The Music Fades
The faded veils of time now sway
from verdant tints to rusty hues
as summer's samba dies away
and autumn twirls in ballet shoes
Her rustling russet skirts aswirl
to merge with vivid tangerine,
while crimson belts of berries curl
like scarlet sequins in between.
While topaz tumbles, jade now fades
away to amber, till the spring.
When gentle breezes whisper, shades
of Autumn beauty softly sing.
As music dies, she slowly casts
each crinkled veil to earthy ground.
A cluttered carpet now contrasts
against the leafy soil compound
The dance continues till she's bare,
her outline stark against clear skies.
No warming garments now to wear,
so wintry winds must chill her thighs.
Her sable body proudly posed
while feet stand firm against the storm
Her outstretched arms are now exposed
till spring returns to keep her warm.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Stacey (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, September 12 2003, 12:46 pm|
Oh my goodness. this poem is absolutely beautiful. I love the way you are so descriptive. Paints such a lovely picture in my mind. You are very talented, especially when it comes to the nature poems,definitely where you excel. Girl, keep drinking that tea! Looking forward to reading your next one.
your friend in poetry,
|Martin Vann (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, September 12 2003, 01:52 pm|
Even a barren tree in the late fall has so much beauty, once your words provide new clothes as beautiful as spring. The music fades into a new tune played in the back ground by Cap's "word orchestra" every musician/word is in perfect harmony with the picture and the thought.
Winter in Tulsa hits like the slamming of a door and gets cold in a hurry.
|Ben (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, September 12 2003, 08:49 pm|
I enjoyed reading this poem! I like the flow, the imagery and the feel of it! That's POETRY that paints a pretty, poetic picture. Thank you!
|Capricorn (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, September 14 2003, 09:32 pm|
Yes...been drinkin' that tea again! Haha!! Yes I really do enjoy writing about nature theses days....just hope I don't run out of ideas!
|Capricorn (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, September 14 2003, 09:34 pm|
Winter in Tulsa...Hmmm! - don't like the cold Haha!
Thanks for your nice comments
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, September 14 2003, 09:35 pm|
Thank you for your nice comments on my poem...I really appreciated them
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, September 15 2003, 05:40 am|
Cap, this poem is tight..i loved it...you etched the beauty of it in my heart i found it very captivating. you have a remarkable style w/your words.. graceful, warm and everlasting. keep sharing of your young growing heart. caught a glimpse of the words waltzing in my mind......
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