a modern Villanelle about the fall in my homeland written in September last year before i joine poetbay
By M.A.Meddings
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
Especially so at this time of the year
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
In the hedge rows, down the lane, along the Ridgeway
Smells of ripening fruits, drift on the breeze to awaken me
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
Then in the late sun of afternoon, I see her reflection
In the limpid stream, such a beautiful dream but heartache
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
And in November rain, face set hard against the wind,
I feel the warmth of her kindness embracing me and
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
There'll be six feet of snow at Combe come Christmas
Best cut the holly whilst we can, see it in the sky?
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
And as I watch the Greylag geese heading south
I think of you in another world, another time so raptured
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 08:57
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Visions of The fall by M.A.Meddings
Visions of the fallBy M.A.Meddings
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
Especially so at this time of the year
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
In the hedge rows, down the lane, along the Ridgeway
Smells of ripening fruits, drift on the breeze to awaken me
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
Then in the late sun of afternoon, I see her reflection
In the limpid stream, such a beautiful dream but heartache
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
And in November rain, face set hard against the wind,
I feel the warmth of her kindness embracing me and
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
There'll be six feet of snow at Combe come Christmas
Best cut the holly whilst we can, see it in the sky?
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
And as I watch the Greylag geese heading south
I think of you in another world, another time so raptured
The trees in my homeland are so beautiful just now
Yet fall, the enchanted season, has barely begun
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 08:57
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