I
take in the leaves
of
red, orange and gold
under
a blue sky
I
hear the soft steps
of
deer grazing nearby
the
sun is high but
soon
will dip below
far
off I hear the bells
ring
signaling the
coming
of winter
- Written for dVerse Quadrille#162 - For whom the bell tolls
Beautiful, evocative of the very best part of autumn~
ReplyDeleteIt is a solemn occasion and the bells make it official.
ReplyDeletei was right there with you listening
ReplyDeleteA quadrille full of gentle sounds and bright colours, Maria. We still have blue skies, but yes, far off bells mark the coming of winter.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely and peaceful!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for reading and commenting.
ReplyDeleteBells are tied closely to the seasons, you're so right.
ReplyDeleteI hear the bells calling for vesper
ReplyDeleteNicely done. A calming and peaceful poem
ReplyDeleteWell penned.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and gentle poem.
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