Tricks The Autumn Wind Plays
The tarp on the garden
moves like a stranded sea creature.
It bulges and flaps in the wind.
Its rock-tethered arms tremble to be released
into this wind that teases it with freedom
and memories of distant depths,
and now the dream of flight,
having tasted air.
Catherine Wilson
5 comments:
Big smile! Excellent!
A simple poem that captures the autumn breeze.....
Beautifully done.
Thanks, Marianne! Sometimes the words scramble onto the paper - take a look around - and fall into place ;-)
Keith . . . I'm glad you like it, dearest :) Thank you.
Ha! I love your poem!
Oh Bev! Thank you :)
For some reason I'm not being notified by Blogspot when people leave comments.
So glad you like it.
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