Summer's Ghost

A Poem by Eva Rosehill

On cold Ocotober mornings,
I would peer into woods,
To see an entanglement of somber oaks,
Concealed beneath crimson hoods,

Atop the canopy of scarlet leaves,
The sun did rise unseen,
No light could penetrate the forest's dark veil,
To illuminate the melancholy scene,

The trees, twisted and contorted,
Warped by bitter cold,
They scraped desperately at the sky,
Yearning for warmth to hold,

The sparrow, she did not dare to sing,
As silence resounds through empty spaces,
Between the dormant, lifeless oaks,
Within their body it laces,

As I stare at the barren land,
In the bleak scene I became engrossed,
As the woods did heave and release a sigh,
Mourning for summer's ghost.

~Eva Rosehill

© 2013 Eva Rosehill

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NeiL ArandA

I am also glad to see that the sparrow has found a special place in your heart as I have seen and read in your other poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago

NeiL ArandA

Very lovely poem Eva. It's like reading William Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. I have to hold my breath and I can almost taste smell look and feel everything that you have seen as if I was there beside you. . Your conscientious attention to every details and how gracefully you painted them with stunning words with just the stroke of your pen dazzled by your innovative imagination . I have never seen in my entire life the likes of you though your name has never been prophesied that there will oneday come a poet as lovely and eexquisite as you . Very impressive poem. You can spin and weave intricate words and create classic timeless poem faster than a spider spun its web. Such remarkable talent is rare to come by . Thanks for sharing your gift .