It is Autumn Again
The wind blows the blades of the windmill
The windmill spins
It is Autumn again
The light of the sun
Reflects from the blades
As the leaves fall from the branches
November 10, 2018
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A lovely cherita about the passing of time.
As autumn leaves winter in its wake, I long for the Southern Hemisphere. Maybe one day.
Loved your cherita.
So the seasons change as the year completes its course. It is one thing we cannot change, so we too endure the winter. Beautiful melancholic poem.
I love the way you have captured the scene. The spacing in this form creates an effective pause.
Windmills are close to my heart, Annell - I love your cherita!
Thank you for your comment Vicki, I tried to find your write, but without luck.
Yes, yes... I was also imagining the blades of a lawnmower taking care of the leaves. Beautiful.
The windmill of time... maybe.
The windmill as a wheel of time works so well — the proclamation like statements give it a depth of maturity and wisdom. Love it!
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Yes, the windmill turns and announces another season. lovely
I adore windmills - one doesn't see them very often anymore. I have few photos of my great grandfathers farm and the windmill is so stoic and quite the presence!
Lovely poem, Annell. I like the way the sunlight falls.
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