The Season of Trees
poem by:
Jeanne Fiedler
Written
on Nov 05, 2013
The pond slowly drifts as the colored leaves fall bringing a bright colored dream mysteriously to the water I walk down the street catching the plum, mauve, fuchsia eminence I become inflamed by the rusts, oranges, reds and yellows Softer tones of orange seem translucent, as the soft light frees them a soothing, subtle, beautiful, look The sky is cynical gray waiting for the coming of light and a blue sky but, at this moment, a somber force rustles with the leaves as the wind wildly creates a momentary gradation of mysticism and imagination I feel intrigued by the mood stirring inside me and hold onto the season of the trees
Tags: happy, love, inspirational, imagery,
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Brenda McBride commented:
Very beautiful!! I love it. You have a lovely way with words.
Theresa Taylor
commented:
I just had an "adjective orgasm" .... such specific descriptions. Very nicely put. *ten points*
