Публикувано от: bogpan | октомври 16, 2018

Autumn gift

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A bird sang. Invisible.
Sound is waves.
Almost silently dropped sheets.
And autumn is my heart.
In the muted ocher,
red calm,
the green with thousands of shades.
I can not deny once
from the flowing veils of the river,
even once
a seed
in black earth.

And I bow down –
land in autumn.
I deeply bow down.


Responses

  1. A most lovely autumn poem. Your verses sing like the bird’s song in the first line. I feel each and every line of nature connected to the thoughts and feelings of the person who writes these beautiful lines. Very sensual and lyrical. The picture is also beautiful.

  2. Ah, dear Martha! I am touched by your beautiful words and emotion. You are welcome!


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