October 2022
A day has begun, the air is heavy,
clouds, the colour of blood,
adhere to the eastern sky,
a creeping mist betrays the river.
Crows have made the treetops
their own, they mock the horses
in their paddocks, cows muster,
as if sensing a coming storm.
Crops have been gathered in,
birds hang above stubbled fields,
carried in a chill breeze, a leaf
dances a promise of autumn.
This is the heart of it, our country
laid out, as far our eyes can see,
no room here for rumour or war,
our breath, hovers like smoke.
Derek Ross
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Derek, that last verse really has great impact, especially these days. 🙏
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Thanks Ashley, it started off to be a cheery little ditty but ended up a bit darker than intended 😱. Sign of the times probably!
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I do understand. Enjoy what’s left of the weekend 🙋♂️
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This has a very ominous feel to it. I love the plea for peace in the last stanza.
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carried in a chill breeze, a leaf
dances a promise of autumn – I love this line, dear poet, so positive, so warm 🍁
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Great poem Derek. Very evocative of autumn.
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Thanks John, got a bit dark at the end, sign of the times 🤔
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