Autumn Bones.
Leaves, like scattered crayons
cast aside by childish hands
lie forlorn.
Trees, disrobed. Naked, stand
vulnerable like bones without
the flesh.
Their stark outline stabbing
at the softness of the mist
curving their silent frame.
© sweetwater 2023
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Incredible! You have used a good title to interest the reader and it is so pertinent at what follows.
Every line filled with feeling and observation and the last three lines just exquisite!
(I see you at a tall window with small panes looking out at a grey landscape as you put your thoughts down to paper. )
So there is a connection without and within.
One for the next anthology 😉
Alison x
Thank you so much Alison, that’s very strange as I was looking through a tall window, ( tall to me,) and it’s narrow so small paned.it’s beside my table. And it was very misty
I wish there could be another anthology, I love to browse through them and reread verses from those I ‘know.’ sue xx