SEASONS AGAIN

11 4 11

Modestly attired me
fell
for the annual
inaugural
autumnal ruse
of cloudless sun
and sighing wind

Leaf-twig salad
clamouring like
clapping hands
hiding from the swarm
of charismatic asphalt's
hypnotism
will be doomed
to wait themselves
into flesh tradition
of defunction into dust

Soon the summer's
sunburned trees
will give up on
sleeping spring's
mineral water meander
and persuade tongues
of hollow-rooted shrapnel
to seek France
in the wind-shaped
syrup-laced
Canadian cheeks
of icing sugar

The thesis of my thoughts
crunch acutely in my path
practice for my turn
to pioneer maiden circuits
in the crusted cream
topping proud water's
brook sundae

Reviews

[Jack...]

and persuade tongues
of hollow-rooted shrapnel
to seek France
in the wind-shaped
syrup-laced
Canadian cheeks
of icing sugar

Holy crap Steve...I'm not one to copy and paste portions of writer's poems to fill up the review box, but my word...your descriptive phrases are out of the world cool. Man this is doing the tango in a boxwood hedge maze...I loved this poem.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much for the kind words my friend, they truly mean a lot.

[Pete Langley]

I love the sweet-toothed, crunchy analogies you`ve generated, Steve.....the icing on a delicious poetic cake. P.

[kublakhan27]

Glad you enjoyed it, thank you Pete.

[demureminds]

You are great with description here. I also liked the words that you used to depict the seasons... they flow very well together in this piece and sounded nice while read aloud. Nice work!

[kublakhan27]

Thank you for the compliments, much appreciated :)