Starry
Starry Nights
fall the loveliest time of the year without notice
it
has slipped into place all is visibly changing dressed in yellows
red
and gold nights are cooler music floats onto the mesa
sounds
of drums heartbeat of the people dancers practice
kick
and spin magical
nights celebrate
quietly
preparations are being made the level of activity is high
apple
butter bubbles on the stove the kitchen a mess
memories
of other years bring deep sighs
fall
is the season in between extremes of hot summers and cold winters
a
time of gratitude and anticipation cold clear starry starry nights
September
26, 2015
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The Morning's First
Light
the morning's first
light still quiet breathless
the native horses
stand in the field as though painted by the artist's hand
along the
railing motionless their coats shining
catching the first
light of day dreaming of dancing pow wow's prancing
singing
poems today they stand luxury apartments block the view
people at the
windows watching horses standing all dreaming
in the morning's
first light still quiet breathless
September 27, 2015
14 comments:
Vincent knew magic - as do you - there is great vibrancy to be found in in between times - as you find here too and paint for us xo
Oh those beautiful nights.. the inbetweens of nights when those sips of winter just can graze our lips... Love those drums here.
What a lovely light sprinkling of evocative words and phrases. Wonderful.
I love the season in between. We still have a lot of green, so I am looking forward to the change. There are just a few leaves ahead of the game. They make the trees look like they are fruiting.
Yes, fall is such a beautiful time of year. And it does seem like it is a time of high activity level...love 'apple butter bubbles on the stove' which seems to me so synonymous with the autumn. A time of gratitude AND appreciation - yes! Your poetry seems to be on a high note lately, Annell. Really a beautiful poem.
Two gloriously beautiful poems, my friend. Sorry, I am late in getting around, as always....I can picture your mesa, see your kitchen, hear the sigh thinking of other years. I love the horses dancing and prancing......and can almost hear the sound of the drums.
Two wonderful contrasts.. and so difficult to pick a favorite :D
Bravo :D
A perfect description of autumn...that in between time where our senses are in heaven!
Annell, Starry Starry Nights is gorgeous. I hope all is well with you.
ox
Pamela
Yes, both are a delight although perhaps my favorite was "Morning's First Light" which I pictured so clearly.
Beautiful atmosphere in both poems. Love the idea of horses dreaming of dancing.
love how you've painted the in between times...beautiful with a tinge of sadness...
This is awesome. I loved every word.
Once the speaker saw the horses, now only the apartment dwellers do. Something is wrong--so many things are wrong--in our world. Will the wrongs ever be righted? Perhaps in poems. Perhaps.
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