Dew Dance

Dew Dance

A Poem by barleygirl
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for a friend named "Dewey"

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Our summers here are parched and bare
gold hills reflect a stark gilded glare
too much yappin’ gets us crosswise
just leave me be to swat biting flies.

Finally September’s a refreshing drink
with cooler air it’s now possible to think
nippy nights stir our dreams of kissin’
frisky reminders of what I’m missin’.

Finally my mornings are dotted with dew
as wisps of smoke swirl ‘round my flue
the view improves with sparkling drops
love when autumn pulls out all the stops.

Tingle of moisture provokes a rain dance
all the wild creatures in a swirling trance
savor the vapor making everything damp
dance floor covered with leaves we tramp.

Dew drops on my face and my pulse races
with tickly fingertips drawing slow traces
autumn is my favorite time of the year
after longing so long for dew to appear.




© 2017 barleygirl



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Amidst the squabble over weather's cause,
It seems that autumn missed a beat this year.
The east glows warm with summer hanging on
while western fires destroy and bring a tear.

Perhaps this cheery 'memberance of what's been
will bring the dewey presence out again.



Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

Last summer, there was a wilderness fire burning for 3 months, just over the ridge from where I live.. read more



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This is really like song. This rhymes sing for them self. I can see myself dances among the falling leaves and branches. This is really nice creation.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

1 Week Ago

When I first started writing poetry, I would try to get the cadence right by counting syllables or t.. read more
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1 Week Ago

Myself i cannot really make rhymes. But after few years i got rhymes in my writing. But i realize i .. read more
"Dew drops on my face and my pulse races
with tickly fingertips drawing slow traces" Loved these lines.
The rhymes are fresh and the lines scan brilliantly. You have constructed a very peaceful and pictureque scene!


Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

Thanks for stopping by to share & give feedback!
I like the Fall too. Cooler days and nights. Halloween for the kids. The world seem to slow down. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

This has been the BEST autumn since I've lived here (7 years) . . . not so much hot Indian Summer & .. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Here in Michigan too. Had a perfect September.
Amidst the squabble over weather's cause,
It seems that autumn missed a beat this year.
The east glows warm with summer hanging on
while western fires destroy and bring a tear.

Perhaps this cheery 'memberance of what's been
will bring the dewey presence out again.



Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

Last summer, there was a wilderness fire burning for 3 months, just over the ridge from where I live.. read more
This is a unique and cleverly written piece! I like all the thoughts it stirs up in me!
Tabby

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

That's the best feeling, to stir some good stuff in the reader's mind! Thanks for sharing! (((HUGS)).. read more
dear Margie... you have penned a charming poem of autumn with dancing leaves and swirls of smoke from your chimney. The dew is surely a sign that earth and heaven entwine in melodies of colors of love and affection. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

I love the way you weave some of my imagery with some of yours! *smile* Fondly, Margie
I love the wetness and smoke of the poem singing its way through the autumn's season.

regards,
al

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

The air seems to hold more scents when damp! Thanks for understanding (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Beautiful images come forth as I read it,
yes, the dew on the grass and the fog in the air in the early hours.
Something that the season brings as the leaves go to the ground and become a colorful carpet.
Nice.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

Thank you for stopping by share some of your own autumn sights! *smile* Fondly, Margie
Josie E. Cook M. A.

2 Months Ago

You're welcome!
Wow, autumn just smacked me in the face. You got this off to a T my friend...Tea for two maybe?

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

I would be honored to share a cup of tea with you my friend! Thanks for the virtual invite! (((HUGS).. read more
Neville Pettitt

2 Months Ago

Not usually known for my speed dating but hey, cheers Margie, N
I love this poem. there's so much life in this. It gives the autumn feel. Very deep and powerful meaning in your stanzas, all around great poem. I'll be archiving this.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

barleygirl

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much . . . we here in California have had a 6-year drought & the air is quite dry . . ... read more
Andre Aqua

1 Month Ago

In the midst of all this heat and dry air, we've been having in the summer, I'm glad the weather is .. read more

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