On the pulse of arriving autumn

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Perhaps there isn’t and wont ever be
a poem lovely as autumn
its murmuring soft like a
shift in blossoming trees
like a languid breeze

as melancholy
that stirs the soul
silently
day and
night.

 

Photo credits:Β Pinterest

Form: Decastitch

Posted on Kerry’s Challenge @ Real Toads

also on the poetry pantry @ Poets United

60 Replies to “On the pulse of arriving autumn”

  1. oh well done and very evocative Sanaa ~ suited to the spirit of transitions and the form compliments the prompted line, which you’ve made your own! wonderful πŸ™‚ this sings with wistfulness!

  2. Oh yes, a poem lovely as autumn, just the thing for me, Sanaa! A beauty of a poem, as usual, and these lines stand out for me:
    ‘as melancholy
    that stirs the soul’
    A perfect image of autumn..

  3. I agree! There can never be a poem as beautiful as autumn! Autumn surpasses anything that a human could compose. Beautiful poem, Sanaa.

  4. I couldn’t live if there were no autumn. Thank you for this wonderful poetic tribute to the most wonderful of seasons.

  5. The structure is nicely suited for the topic. The visual reinforces the feeling of leaves falling bit by bit, until the branches are bare.

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