Yearning
Thorns longer than
Leaves
Before they fall
No apples this year
Just the promise of spring
In pink and white
Blowing away in the sour autumn wind
A.J. Ponder
A cheery poem today. ;) It's another on the spot deal - partly because I'm doing most of my writing on the laptop and am too lazy to transfer it.
So busy. Still my front door looks cool :) Not quite verdigris green with a wrought iron lamp just to the right - I feel that at any moment a steam car will chug into my new driveway. But to truly transport yourself to another world - why not try the world of the Tuesday poem? it's right here. I'll be visiting, too.
Oh, it expresses exactly how London feels at the moment - just that glimmer of spring. I am enjoying your 'on the spot' poetry, Alicia! - and the door sounds very cool.
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the image of the 'sour autumn wind'.
ReplyDeletethanks Elizabeth - it's nice to know that it's threatening spring in the other half of the world.
ReplyDeleteCheers Helen - I'm pleased the sour autumn wind image worked - when I wrote the poem I could almost taste it, but that doesn't always translate.
ReplyDeleteNot bad at all for an on the spot deal.
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DeletePretty dured good for 'on the spot.' May I make a suggestion: perhasp try just 'sour wind'--I wonder if that might not convey enough, w/o the autumn?
ReplyDeleteCheers, you might be right - but it would ruin the whole spr-autumn thing. Brain needs distance - but that would ruin the whole on the spot poetry thing...
DeleteAnd excuse the typo--that was meant to be 'perhaps' ...
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