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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Posted for Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads
A pleasant, gentle scene there!
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Amazing that love can do wonders.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Vandana ❤️
The yearning is such an important part of autumn
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Bjorn ❤️
Just lovely, Beautiful rhyming, and the wren is a perfect touch at the closing.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
always beautiful and demure.
Thank you so much, Angie 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I like the touches of internal rhyme in this description. It creates a resonance of sound. Such a pretty poem.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The addition of the blue wren provides a colourful contrast as well as an unexpected note but one in keeping for the wren sings as if to burst its heart.
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
PS: That’s a wonderful interpretation!❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Kim 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Love the last lines, the way they emphasize the longing…
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is lovely. But we all know you can write ethereal love poems. Time to try a new theme, maybe? 😉 Strettttcccchhhhhh, girl, stretch!
Hahaha yes definitely! ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Shay ❤️
Beautiful piece, Sanaa
Thank you so much, Kunal 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This was lovely!
Thank you so much, Mosk 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A lovely poem!
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What more is there to say? Sigh.
❤️❤️❤️
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
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Hank ❤️
Your poems always have hushed soft gentle tones. I like the blue wren too.
Thank you so much, Cressida 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
I love the gentle, reverent way you play with colors in your reminiscing. And that photo is absolutely stunning.
Thank you so much, Barry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Beautiful!
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Tender and poignant and truly lovely Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Carrie 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
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.’
Thank you so much, Chris 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️