Grey Day Whispers

cloudy mornings offer comfort
cosy like a shawl warms shoulders
while the regal swans are swimming
gone the minutes i grow older
let me saunter where I wish to
freedom is a precious gift

away from all the ties of living
here i breathe in fresh air crispness
drear the rippled surface misty
ghosts come calling drifting nearer
veils like trails that swirl and sashay
out they are to spook my day

leave me be i am not ready
mellow autumn yellow ochres
round the margins sit a necklace
on the edge of cold grey waters
little boats of many colours
fallen leaves from weary trees

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Dear Chris,

The clouds make us appreciate the sunshine even better. One is blessed to breathe in the fresh, free air. I loved the ethereal imagery used throughout the poem. And yes, we're not ready to join those loving ghosts, yet. There's so much more to accomplish yet. But its a comfort knowing they wait....I loved this poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Divya. The ghosts always call this time of year. A pre Christmas visit:) So pleased you enjoyed what you read. All the best.

Chris

[DIVYA]

I always enjoy your poetry so much. You're most welcome, my friend

[Relic]

Beautifully done, Chris. Something I can relate to and something I wish I'd written.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Tim for all that encouragement. Know you are appreciated. Happy Wednesday.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Freedom is so precious, of course. How many have it? Even those who believe they have. Nice read here, Chris. Precious freedom here among ochres, looking at the fallen leaves.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Andrew. Freedom is precious. Can’t help feeling our freedom is being eroded away. Have a great weekend and a big thank you for stopping by.

Chris

[Ken Simm.]

I sometimes feel that where we live is as important as how.

[Chris Shaw]

Couldn’t agree more. I have been close to the Thames for most of my life. Many thanks Ken. All the best.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the days of Fall in the words dear Chris. In September, we see the ending of the days of Summer. Make us think and ponder so many things. Good evening from Michigan and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for a lovely review Coyote. All good wishes coming your way.

[Chris Shaw]

Merry Christmas my friend. Enjoy your time with family.

[nastasimir]

Dear Chris
The title of your poem is great
Lines in this poem are written like you were painting.
Great poem!
Thanks for sharing

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your warm review. I appreciate your visit. All the best.

[Seriana]

Filled with memories and nostalgia. I love your setup in the autumn, as winter nears for a slumber and much needed rest. Lovely as always, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear friend for your warm review. Always good to see you.

[Davidgeo]

You've made me cry. . . ..

[Chris Shaw]

Hello stranger. Now dry those tears. That will never do. Thanks for stopping by.

[Miss Sharon]

(let me saunter where I wish to freedom is a precious gift) Indeed it is my dear. I love the message in this write. ~Sharon

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Sharon. Lovely to have a visit from you. Seasons greetings to you and yours.

[W. Barrett Munn]

The final stanza is so melancholy. It feels like an ache.
PS: “round the margins sits” - the margins is modifying round- round sits - therefore, round the margins sits.

It’s tricky.

Winston

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Winston. Always appreciate your visits and your thoughts.

[John the Baptist]

"Leave me be I am not ready." I think the last verse gives us the key to the poem. All of the references to cold grey waters, colored leaves and autumn reflect the speaker's awareness that time is passing and limited. I think this season puts many of us in such a mindset.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. Falling leaves always make me think of decay and dying, regardless of their pretty colours.