Through The Skylight

Through The Skylight

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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a morning gift

"
autumn gold wakes me
decants into thirsty skin
not a drop wasted

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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well done ... really appreciate the call of your closing line ... take the time .. never waste a drop .. our "special" days that exude our seasons are precious indeed ... to be rolled in ... reveled in .. breathed deeply in ... the haiku form is perfect for the theme ... you create an intimate and emotive scene that has power and imagination ... again .. nice one says i!
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Mr E for your lovely thoughts. Always appreciated, as I too appreciated the sun's blessin.. read more
Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

:) ......................



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dear Chris... a lovely Haiku for Autumn
When the wind whips through our skirt and
says “catch me if you can”... Must be Peter Pan. As ever, Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Love your response Pat. I had a Marilyn Monroe moment. What an iconic photograph that was of her. Ma.. read more
I remember longing for robust sunshine, when the rays got so bleak in the winter. This is such a beautiful and meaningful haiku.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you DIVYA. We have a day here where a bit of sunshine wouldn't go amiss. Lack of light and sun.. read more
A brief and lovely ode to Autumn, my very favorite season--one spectacular time of year, that is too quickly gone.
Breathtaking portrayal, Chris.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy. Yes, a season to savour. Unlike the bleakness, damp and cold of today. A day draine.. read more
So thoughtful at this time of year. We have been blessed with what is called an "Indian Summer."
The sun is, as you describe, golden in the sky. It has been further accented with cloudless blue skies.
Forced by its' beauty to go outdoors and enjoy and appreciate it.
Take care - Dave

Posted 4 Years Ago


And a true gift this is in the three lines of tribute to Autumn my friend. A delightful read.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks Fay for your response to a moment in time.

Chris
Beautiful write with images that fill my mind ;-]

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Weeping willow for your visit. All good wishes.

Chris

I've really been drinking it in of late. The trees are changing color, as if God took a paintbrush and stained them overnight. Beautiful to drink it in indeed.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Linda for checking in. Autumn is certainly the season of colour.

Chris
There’s a leaf in all of us and in a season we could be disconnected permanently from our family tree. You just never know! Nice write Chris.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Andew, all good wishes.

Chris
Very nice narration about autumn. Autumn is very pretty.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks JungLee for your visit. Much appreciated.

Chris
Wow an exquisitely crafted poem in brevity depicting a season quite exotic for me. Kudos for this fine haiku.

Warm greetings pal, hope u r well. Missed reading from yah so here i got the chance to.

I have a new poem too, i wrote it on the Taj, have posted it on other site before though. Woyld luv your thoughts on the famed place. Ok take care.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Hey Zay Zay my friend. Thank you for your welcome visit. All is good with me and I hope the same for.. read more

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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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