Summer’s slipped by:
I felt a chill this morning,
Warning of coming frost,
Lost last night’s light early.
Pearly mist’s lifting here,
We’re picking the apples –
Dappled with light and shade –
Weighed, each in the hand, with care.
There in the bottom ground
Round the old tree
We gather, wondering how,
Now there is cold beneath
Heat of the sun at noon,
Tune that the wasps hum –
Summer’s slipped by.
Wednesday wouldn’t be Wednesday without a challenge from Jane. This is a circle poem – check her site out for details of the rules of the form. It was trickier than I expected.
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You make it seem fairly effortless 🙂 You also keep on subject which I find hard to do, often letting an attractive rhyme drag me off on a different course.
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Effortless like a swan gliding over the surface of the lake…
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More or less 🙂
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I too find it hard to stay on course, being seduced by particular rhymes as well. Good job on all fronts. (K)
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This flows so nicely and feels very mellow!
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Very nice! Summer slipped by for sure!
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I like the soft, shaded feel of your poem. It feels like autumn.
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Thank you. I was trying to capture that rich autumnal feel.
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Beautifully done. I love how this flows, and the rhymes are just part of it. It does seem effortless.
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You know, of course, that effortless is the last thing it is! But it is great when someone thinks it just flowed off the end of my pen in a stream of beautiful inky inspiration!
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Oh, of course I know. But it’s the seeming that makes it so good. 🙂
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