Variations on a Theme

Variations on a Theme

A Poem by Chris Shaw

when I see those green leaves turn
with the heat of desert burn
all around I sense that fall
hovers by the garden wall

bouquets of summer please don't go
your ribbons are still decked in gold
and I would miss your presence here
with onset thoughts of winter cold

all that flora fades at night
sad to witness birds in flight
swans still pair on river's glass
love once born is meant to last

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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It's funny because every summer when the heat is blazing I can't wait for fall. Then when winter gets here I wish I was back in summer.

And yet, I have to agree that summer gives us flowers and memories to hold onto throughout life. Another steller poem from you Chris. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Tim. I feel the same as you do. Too hot for me at the moment, but neither do I want winter.. read more
Blunt--Instrument

1 Year Ago

I feel the same way. That first cold autumn day when you didn't dress warm enough and you're alread.. read more



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It’s interesting how you managed to weave all these ideas into a cohesive whole but end on a disjunctive couplet that holds the whole thing up as more than description.
W

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks W, for stopping by to leave your thoughts. All the best.

Chris
Loved this Chris beautiful 🤩
I’ll take summer every time over winter
Hope you ok in that heatwave

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

It's cooling Julie and I am thankful. I do prefer summer, but just a tad too hot at the moment. Than.. read more
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Year Ago

Yes seen it all on news and the fires in uk and USA Europe
Ah, this is beautiful. The fade of summer into the darkest nights of winter, how the florals fade and the birds mostly hum and chirp in the quiet. I’m a bit excited for the colder seasons, but then whenever I’m in the midst of them, I miss the summer! This poem is smooth and so flows so well. It has that beautiful subtle sparkle all your poems do, that slow build up. Each line is gorgeous and makes this such a visually appealing piece, too. Thank you so much for sharing.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for your lovely review Cat. You are appreciated.

Chris
Wow a rhymer from you, and so natural...
Love when there are signs of fall...favorite season...
and this poem is like a cool breeze on a hot July day.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Yes a rhymer J. Cool breeze on a hot day, I will take that as a compliment. Thank you dear friend.read more
The leaves on the trees are indeed already starting to turn brown, with the scorching sun we've had recently. I love all the seasons, but I wish that summer could last longer than it does. I don't really want another 40-degree swelter though! Your last two lines are delightful, Chris! Swans have grace, charm and beauty - and they pair for life! A lovely poem!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I love summer too but it has been a little too scorchio for my liking Robert. I prefer cooler climes.. read more
It's funny because every summer when the heat is blazing I can't wait for fall. Then when winter gets here I wish I was back in summer.

And yet, I have to agree that summer gives us flowers and memories to hold onto throughout life. Another steller poem from you Chris. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Tim. I feel the same as you do. Too hot for me at the moment, but neither do I want winter.. read more
Blunt--Instrument

1 Year Ago

I feel the same way. That first cold autumn day when you didn't dress warm enough and you're alread.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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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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