Of love and autumn red

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Oh soft, the dying autumn day
I thought, as rushed the earnest wind
reminding me of songs that gushed
from the heart.

A thousand times when scarlet leaves
drop, I fall and gaze upon the clear
blue sky, utter your name and let out
a deep-drawn sigh.

And I ask myself there is so much
and yet what more can there possibly be
left to say, you’re the sun as ever shining
and sometimes twilight grey.

I watch as further down a blue wren
cleaves its way.

 

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40 thoughts on “Of love and autumn red

  1. Miranda/Kerry says:

    I like the touches of internal rhyme in this description. It creates a resonance of sound. Such a pretty poem.

  2. Kim M. Russell says:

    I like the use of internal rhyme in this poem, Sanaa, for example in:
    ‘…as rushed the earnest wind
    reminding me of songs that gushed’
    and
    ‘…I fall and gaze upon the clear
    blue sky, utter your name and let out
    a deep-drawn sigh’.
    I agree with Laura about the blue wren.

    I watch as further down a blue wren
    cleaves its way.

  3. kaykuala h says:

    And I ask myself there is so much
    and yet what more can there possibly be
    left to say

    These words reveal a lot by themselves already! It cannot be any other way, Sanaa!

    Hank

  4. Chris Evans says:

    There is such mature innocence in your poem. I love the image of ‘the dying autumn day’ and can feel the intensity of that ‘deep-drawn sigh.’

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