The heat of my days is gone,
now a tinge of coolness on the wind lingers.
Soft colors faded from the garish summer sun,
as light shines at an angle, my perceptions skewed.
Gone is the black and white, the absolute.
Born is the gray, the in-between that stays.
Locked in my periphery, soon movements far afield will dim,
all will stretch out before me barren, a new canvas.
Awaiting the first brush strokes of fresh color,
a novel design-now the whisper of a dream awaits.
© Donna Donabella 2014
I am participating in The Personal Photo Challenge hosted by Donna@Cottage Days and Journeys. This month’s challenge is called Still Life. So I decided to create a poem about how my garden has become a still life as it fades and withers to winter, and that it still has life as do I as I age being reborn again. There are multiple meanings in this poem but you can also take it at face value. I hope you enjoy the poem.
I am also joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog. Visit them to read some more wonderful verse.
And speaking of wonderful verse, my friend Susie@Life.Change.Compost has written a beautiful poem she is featuring this week. I encourage you to read it…you will be glad you did. Susie is a gifted writer and I look forward to her posts.
Special Note: These vases were some of my favorite still lifes from this past summer. All were created by me with flowers and foliage from my garden.
I leave you with a bit of a sentiment about dreaming. Feel free to download the photo and share.
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