~Stealing The Summer~

A Rhyming Retourne

 

I have witnessed the dullness grow

stealing warmth from sky’s blue hue,

so hoary fist grips land below,

turns the leaves into maelstrom brew.

 

Stealing warmth from sky’s blue hue

when darkness comes a shade too soon,

and breath is hung like web trapped dew

beneath the gaze of harvest moon.

 

So hoary fist grips land below

while skeletal oaks seem to shake

as if there’s something they should know,

a dance in which they must partake.

 

Turns the leaves into maelstrom brew

like kittens escaping their fear,

and carried on a forlorn mew

the plaintive cry of “winters here”.

 

 

Reviews

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

"and breath is hung like web trapped dew"

Oh I do love that line. This is a wonderful Retourne and a rhyming one at that. Very well done with the form. Great visuals and imagery as always. Excellent work. ~Pamela

[Angelic Darkness]

I love the Fall feeling here. The images you created
capturing Summer leaving, Autumn taking over..gives you
a little chill. There is great flow here, and really captures the
readers interest. AD

[Adrian K. Smith]

I have to say that I am quite impressed with this piece, though my being impressed means little in the scheme of things. The form and flow do not awkwardly draw attention to themselves as you announce to us that Winter has arrived. The imagery was superb, hinting at the right spots without becoming dogged in the approach. An excellent write all around...

[poet2angels (lynda)]

HI Bro...
You know how I adore your work and this is just another example of your brilliance...
As always I leave with a sigh and a tear

Lynda