Monday, September 10, 2007

A poem I wrote during autumn , last year



BITS OF AUTUMN

Clouds wispy edged -
Silk emanating
From a puffed silkworm.
The stream has no haste
It flows at leisure.

Lake at peace with self ,
For all land creatures
The windows opened
To world within it.

Dews glad to be out
For long in the green
Before being called
Back to sun bright home.

9 comments:

floots said...

"the stream has no haste"
nice way of putting it
there are many small streams around me and i love them - to look at and to listen to
cheers

Brian said...

Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

I like the coolness and soft edges to this poem.

Sara said...

A lovely soothing poem. I also loved your photo on your last post. So dramatic.

rama said...

Keep it coming!

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sap rish said...

beautiful, almost perfect way to describe changes the mother nature goes in autumn.

Deva said...

Soft and soothing certainly. This could be the best so far. The lake as a window opening to a world is superb - with the eloquence of the dew out on a stroll in the grass

As Rama says, keep it coming!

santanu said...

fresh very fresh...think i could smell the dew on the grass...i had heard that poets do paint picture with words...this time i could smell it..
and as everyone says..."keep it coming"!!!!!!!!!!!

eve's lungs said...

Taj - this is a lovely poem especially the part about the clouds and the dew . When I go walking in the morning the grass is still wet with dew because the sun is not yet bright enough to call the "dew back home'as you so beautifully put it . I agree with Deva about this being one of your best .