Wood of GrayA Poem by Steve KittellAutumn LanscapeRocks and trees look the same in a wood of gray. They share a
darkened sky that wraps a fallen day. Crackles and
snaps taint silent air with sound. Collages of color
melt into ground. Chilly breezes
and early night, Awakening all too familiar gray light.
Seasons end when
another begins, Some icy cold
with freezing winds. Some blooming
buds and misty showers, turning tiny
seeds into mighty towers. These longer days
we all must grow, then starlit
nights will be aglow.
With heat enough to
turn green red. Then yellows
float to golden bed. Sharing dreams in
patchwork mind, sunny times with shade that’s kind. To rest
among where fallen lay, and ponder
together this wood of gray.
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2 Reviews Added on November 12, 2014 Last Updated on November 12, 2014 AuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more.. |

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