Walking around this field of hay,
I notice a presence bright and gay.
I feel relaxed as your arms wrap around me.
I am rejoiced as I lay.
The fall is nearly upon us.
I can smell the crisp clear air.
Geese are flying south to warmth.
Winter is everywhere.
It's time to harvest up the once cast aside coats.
The wind grows harsher with each passing day.
There is still hope.
A child plays.
A tree branch breaks.
Leaves begin to fall.
Harvest time is upon us now.
I'm bringing in my flowers one and all.
Some how I feel content.
I know that summer isn't over yet.
A winter is yet to be harvested.
A hope yet to be dashed.
A contest entry
- Tom Barron Scottish Landscape Painter, Artist & Musician Multiple Prompts Contest by Kazytc.
2400 points, ended September 16, 38 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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So lovely!
This is bright and breezy and takes you tripping our above into the clouds from where you can look down upon the landscape you so well paint and with lovely descriptives and vivid imagery that well animates the scene and make syou feel all fuzzy and cosy there and happy t stay forever! So uplifting too!
Well done, love it!
Poetic Hugs & Thanks Millions for entering our contest and best of luck to you too!
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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Really enjoyed your ideas and strong imagery and the sadness of Autumn again.
Thank you for this poem.
With best wishes
Tom
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