THE BEGINNING OF HUSHA Poem by Betty Hermeleenearing the end of Autumn!
The Beginning of Hush
Earth brown and empty trees leaves blown with gusts of mild wind a portent of winter’s whipping which stings one’s face like piercing fringes of a spear
We swaddle to protect against the elements that strike us though we savor the purity of the wind shrouding us with power
We bask in last few weeks of autumn as we reflect on its magnificence, its grace, its grandeur
We focus on the present its clarity, its void, its vanity, its simplicity its nothingness
Yet, for strange reasons we do not wish to let it loose we revel in its diversity, its scents, its solitude
Except for occasional caustic winds, we smell the desolation and luxuriate in its hush
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14 Reviews Added on November 24, 2025 Last Updated on November 24, 2025 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more.. |

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