The continuum of the seasons.

Trees whisper defoliation,
wall paper peels a crumbling mind,
creaking floors buckled, blistering heat
an old gate swings, one hinge hanging rusty
a cracked actor frozen, lies bent over,
the red nose clown smiles, makeup running,
the melancholic frown covered undresses,
white paint splashes a landscape canvas,
dead leaves brown rustle blindly,
silence broken, howling winds
a hush by the clouds
a moon in hiding
the sun rises
feeding the continuum.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy this poem. Allow the reader to fall into your words and thoughts. You used nature, the moon and the sun to a proper closing. Thank you Andrew for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John for dropping by, much appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the portrait of oneself...as we age mentally and physically....and go through those emotional changes associated with both...
the landscape of our life constantly changing.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

indeed j, thank you for your review.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

And so it eloquently and very beautifully goes in this extraordinary poem about extraordinary elements of seasonal change. Brilliant lines and images...”a cracked actor frozen, lies bent over”... “White paint splashes a landscape canvas”. Andrew you have immersed us in your lovely poetic language of palpable sounds, sights, vivid vignettes. Absolutely loved this write.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks for the smile from your kind words Annette.