November Shades.
Dusk creeps early in
the grey bound copse:
sullen shades fall with
ease, cloud the dips
where flotsam weaves,
dank lipped tracks their
secrets found, now hide
below a crumpled gown
and darkening banks
all tangled limb, writhe
the unknown world
within.
© sweetwater 2023
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a vivid expression of the falling darkness in short, like staccato sentences due to the enjambement. one can nearly hear it, and feel the “darkening” mystery of the “unknown world” of night…beautifully written
Thank you so much for your comment Yutka it means a great deal to me, apart from two poems dedicated to the loss of my adored Spaniel Harvey in September, I hadn’t the heart to write anything untill this one.
I’m glad it came across as I hoped. My home overlooks a small copse and this came to me in small ‘bites’ during an afternoon. 🙂 Thank you again, Sue.