October's fingers
Slip the golden gowns of trees
To woodland carpet
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Life slips gently
Across the silken day
I'm not ready
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A curtain of rain
Relentless, daring spume feeds
Into my progress
Miles of black-top loom
Shadows block the burning sun
Semi-trucks rally
evokes the fleeting beauty of nature responded with distinctive sensitivity of a poet... lovely
These pieces are both simply stunning Adeline and so skilfully written. I am in awe! 10 Karin Anderson
great work; I will get time for reading all your attractive poetry adding you to my list as friend to remember to read
Trees shedding their leaves and leaving a carpet under the trees. Very soothing and mellowed write. Rain falling and sometimes the sun takes a peek. Loved this.
the first one i love, the second one i don't understand (what does into my progress mean? ?) , and the third one i don't care for but at least i might understand what you mean (is a car driving down a highway, passing lots of big trucks which shade the car with each passing?) . thanks for sharing. the first one made up for the others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear echoe there Can it be in japanese? It is hard to write