Nature's palette
Pot Of Gold
a poem by Kevin Cahill
This morning felt like winter.
A cold wind bringing down tree limbs
A thick mantle of grey clouds.
But later, brilliant patches of blue.
Then sudden gentle showers -
October has many minds -
As the sun descends
it leaves a splashy rainbow for an encore.
Tomorrow I'll content myself
with golden leavings on the frost-kissed grass.
I'll kick at them and think,
It must be here...the end I mean.
K
a poem by Kevin Cahill
This morning felt like winter.
A cold wind bringing down tree limbs
A thick mantle of grey clouds.
But later, brilliant patches of blue.
Then sudden gentle showers -
October has many minds -
As the sun descends
it leaves a splashy rainbow for an encore.
Tomorrow I'll content myself
with golden leavings on the frost-kissed grass.
I'll kick at them and think,
It must be here...the end I mean.
K
posted by K at 9:08 PM
1 Comments:
I love autumn in Eastern Oregon! Colorado's is pretty amazing, too. I'm wondering if you take requests for blogs. If you do, my request is for the poem about the changing seasons as actors. One of my favorite! Beautiful double rainbows, by the way!
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