the beginning of a hush

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

Reviews

[Jimmy Crapped Corn]

Thos is good writing I like it

[Grace Lee]

Thanks for the encouragement.
I appreciate

[Randall]

Rating for Grace's, the beginning of hush.

Randall...

[Randall]

Fall, the removal of everything old. Ready for its rest through winter.
Your well chosen words lead the reader on a walk in the woods. Not just wandering, but observing, examining oneself. You have a very nice writing here. I have to say, I like the way you use the word swaddle. It's seldom used to wrap an adult, but a baby. I hope you have more to share with all of us on Writers Cafe.

Randall...

[Grace Lee]

yes just as you, i am looking forward to be

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work, love the imagery.