autumn strain

I set off on one of my dreams
Under sunlight’s pale golden beams
Meandering tawny meadows
Looking for harvest gold rainbows
Reflections in gurgling brooks, streams.

Trees preparing to bare their soul
Cascading leaves russet, brown fold
To lay down a carpet of gold
A nip in the air warmness stole
Nature hibernates as I stroll.

an old favourite of mine..


49 thoughts on “autumn strain

    1. She could open an all-hours diner with blazing windows scrolling her latest and have to shoo in the long lines halted to see what’s next just to see her menu(s). One wonders: is menu one of those “ii” plurals? Bet Yassy knows.

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  1. Alright, here I am reading this a second time.
    The imagery you create here through your words is powerful it takes the reader to a different world. This is sooo His kinda Poetry ❀. But I love it too.
    And the line about trees baring their souls is truly wonderful.
    Wonderful job, Yassy!

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  2. Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
    Yassy – go see for yourself – offers one of her favorite forms, A Quintella, whose rhyme scheme and rhythm almost remains hidden for the imagery she paints between those wondrous lines. Find her at Yaskhan . What’s more her work is littered with surprises and delights – and education.

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