A Walk in Autumn

[MGK]

noon found them in tunnels,
ceilings, once of green;
the leaves like water underfoot,
the wind, a hand unseen.

thin arms held the sky upright,
gently, mocked the cold;
a raven cawed but for a whim
as the year turned old.

giants on the horizon, looming;
overpowering from afar,
soft pebbles line their way in shreds
overpowered, as we are.

thoughts flowing in red rustle
and pooling on the ground;
with each same breath of wind, again
they lost the place they'd found.

wools warmth wards away
what winter wants to bring;
its yet too young, but old enough
to feel but just a sting.

[cogs]

this is great, i know how tough it is to say exactly what you want, as my other poem was an autumn one. i enjoyed "thin arms held the sky upright". thank you, it was fun to read.

[MGK]

thank you, but i'm saying exactly what i want to say. i dont get what you mean.

[cogs]

oh, i was afraid you might think i'm saying you're not expressing yourself, which i'm not. i should have said that your imagery, meter, and rhyme are skillfully composed to say exactly what you wanted us to know. i, however, wrestled, myself, with my poem about autumn, and i was trying to be sympathetic to the work involved. thank you again for asking, and for the wonderful poem!

[~Sophia~]

Oh wow. As I read this, I thought I would highlight a few lines but by the end, I would have highlighted it all. Simply great!

[hack]

This is beautiful. May I have another?

[firefangled]

This is such a beautiful description. I love the prolonged alliteration in the last stanza.