First of September
I rush to open the window
Fresh air surrounds me
There is a tension
Red to blue
And back again
A drop of color
Mix until blended
Apply to the canvas
Repeat
You have accepted
The new conditions
The horrible rope
The clanking chains
All comes with a price
The chimes in the garden
Whisper their song
Welcome the coming
Of Autumn
Distance unimportant
It is the willingness of spirit
To seek the essence
Breathe deeply
One foot in the front of the other
Each in its own time
Until completion
September 1, 2018
6 comments:
I most love the willingness of spirit to seek the essence.and ADORE the fresh air of autumn, my doors and windows are open wide till the rains come.
Such colors in your verse make it vivacious. A seasonal write, which is also reflective of one's own state of mind. Well-penned.
-HA
Thank you Sherry for the comment. I know I certainly feel better in the Autumn, my favorite season.
Thank you Animal for your comment.
Love the imagery and colors you are painting.
Thank you Bjorn, for your comment.
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