The Year Moves On.
Too soon the trees begin to
hold the softening blush
of autumn;
the faintest touch of gold
has brushed across their
open palms,
nature looks upon her
paints and readies now
her palette.
© sweetwater 2023
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Too soon the trees begin to
hold the softening blush
of autumn;
the faintest touch of gold
has brushed across their
open palms,
nature looks upon her
paints and readies now
her palette.
not sure about ‘now’ and ‘too soon’. Is there something else you are almost reporting alongside? interesting and promising poem.
Hi, I was looking at the trees and there was just the faintest touch of gold, which set me thinking that nature was just dabbling in readiness for the full palette of colours. Just a quick observation 🙂
Many people have noticed changes in trees, and trees are indicators of disturbances or anomalies in nature, so partly I thought this might be an eco-poem because of too soon.
Too soon and then now, for me indicated that the poem also speaks about a personal issue also, now is something that occurs ‘too soon’.
No, not an eco-poem, just a simple noticing that the leaves were turning a little earlier than expected. No deep thinking or personal meaning at all. I’m totally surrounded by trees so notice various things that others may not.
thanks for clarifying! well your poem is deeper than you think at least in my case!
take care
Hi Sue,
Short and very sweet. I like the echoes in ‘blush’ and ‘brushed’, and again more tellingly in ‘palms’, ‘paints’, and ‘palette’. Such a large message in few words… Excellent
Cheers,
Jim x
Hi, gosh you have noticed things in the poem that I hadn’t, I just wrote as I saw and thought, oops. Thank you for such a lovely comment. sue.
Short and sweet. I like the brevity. It paints a picture of a thousand colours or autumn.
So much conveyed with such clarity. Beautiful images.
Sue, you really have a way of bringing pastoral and nature observations to life. Brilliant.
Allen