Ode To Autumn
in Fall Poems
The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.
in Fall Poems
The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.
I'm slipping back into that hole
And my hopes are wearing thin.
I try to take a different path
Still, I hear it beckoning.
Another great poem. I've had depression, but not quite as bad. However, it's great that you can write about it, as I'm sure it will connect with many people who know exactly what you are...
The horror we endured that day,
The shock, the pain, the fear.
A nightmare unimaginable
To those of us still here.
in Snow Poems
We awakened to the whitest light
Seeping through the blinds.
We leapt from bed and to the windows
To take a probing peek outside.
Your poem is so beautifully written and contains such vivid images! It takes me right back to my childhood. I can almost feel the ice crystals hitting my face!
Best wishes,
Virginia
The sun rose in her radiance
Above fields of green and gold.
She embraced Him with her subtle warmth
As in the morning glow, He strolled.
in Summer Poems
As the sun starts to fade into twilight
and a peacefulness settles in,
even nature grows lazy and sleepy
as the hum of the crickets begin.
I can see it, feel it and hear it - you have created such a vivid picture. Thank you, Patricia, for yet another beautiful poem. Love and very best wishes, Ann.