The golden age of autumn's mythology.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
I'm turning over
a new leaf,
my shadow defiant
remains the same,
and so I drift
in autumn's fall
looking back
at evergreens
I never was.
© 2021 andrew mitchell
Reviews
Wonderfully visual Andrew. You have me thinking of autumn's leaves in free fall already.
Chris
Posted 3 Years Ago
Turning over a new leaf? Isn't that what Adam said?
Posted 3 Years Ago
Turning over a new leaf? Isn't that what Adam said?
3 Years Ago
Exactly! Lol.
i love how sparse this poem is word-wise, but how much imagery it evokes!
Posted 3 Years Ago
i love how sparse this poem is word-wise, but how much imagery it evokes!
Andrew Dear… the Color of your Smile will linger in the Fall as Blue Birds fly to warmer Climes.
The green in your eyes will guide my heart. truly, Pat
Posted 3 Years Ago
Andrew Dear… the Color of your Smile will linger in the Fall as Blue Birds fly to warmer Climes.
The green in your eyes will guide my heart. truly, Pat
3 Years Ago
Thanks Pat, you are too kind.:)
i don't know that i ever wanted to be ever green.
I think I like the idea of "staying gold" as in the Outsiders and Ponyboy...
Posted 3 Years Ago
i don't know that i ever wanted to be ever green.
I think I like the idea of "staying gold" as in the Outsiders and Ponyboy...
3 Years Ago
Evergreen has more longevity I think. Thanks J.
I understand this poem Andrew. I turned 63 and I feel I ain't done yet. Looking back at our life. We have more questions than answers. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 3 Years Ago
I understand this poem Andrew. I turned 63 and I feel I ain't done yet. Looking back at our life. We have more questions than answers. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
3 Years Ago
Thanks John, next month I’m 62 lol.
3 Years Ago
We are still young and you are welcome Andrew.
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Added on August 22, 2021
Last Updated on August 22, 2021
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andrew mitchell adelaide, Australia
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