There is a sense of oldness in the air,
As though it has been impregnated
With tenderness, delicacy and wisdom.
Ghostly peaks, partially hidden
By knitted webs of thinning wedding veils,
Worn out by generations of stone cold brides,
Remind us of old newness and peaceful departings.
Spring’s forest school alumni,
Ready to embark on their virgin flight,
Darken the air with insecure strong-born wings.
There is the sound of rain falling into lakes
And souls slipping into sunsets,
As though leaves were attached to their backs.
And mornings to come,
With night-trees feeding on shadows
To part ways with the sun.
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A gentle and respectful salute to autumn…moving poem, Trini. These are my favorites: “Knitted webs of thinning wedding veils” ; “generations of stone cold brides” ; “And souls slipping into sunsets”
Oh, thank you so much! ππ. I am so thrilled that you enjoyed my little poem ππ.
This time of year does feel this way after a long summer. Lovely!
Yes, I feel so tooππ. Thank you so so much! πππ
Hmmmmm, the feeling of Autumn captured in words like dewdrops in a spider’s web… lovely, Trini! βΊβ₯
Oh, thank you so so much, dear Wendy! ππππππ
LOVE this Trini – I adore the title, which immediately sucked me in. There are so many fabulous images that I loved: ‘knitted webs of wedding veils’ / ‘sound of rain falling into lakes’ / ‘souls slipping into sunsets’ / ‘night trees feeding on shadows’
Oh, wow! Thank you so much, dear Andrea! πππ. That really touches my heart ππ. Thank you! π Makes me want to write more! π
A new way to look at Fall. I love it.
Oh, thank you so so very much! ππππππ
Awesomeness Trini! π
Thank you so much, dear Natalie!! ππππ
You are so welcome lovely ladyβ£οΈπββοΈπΉ
Oh Trini!!! This one is going on my favorites page!! β€οΈπβ€οΈ
Oh, yay!! ππππ. That makes me sooooo happy!! ππππ. Thank you, dearest Dorinda! πππΈ
Thank YOU for writing beautiful words! β€
Well, my beautiful friend, I send the same gratitude your way πππ