The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
the question of fall
has begun.
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And what gave you less than a 5? If I find him or her, being drug behind my horse would be justifiable. This is LITERATURE.
Who are you? You go so easily from cute and colloquial to an utter masterpiece like this piece of art
We've filled our sacks full of spun gold, and been enraptured by the tales of fantastic stories told.
This poem caught my eye because I have one with the same title, but mine is just a silly haiku and this one is excellent!
Winter is coming. That's for sure. Great poem Smoky. Enjoyed it a lot.
What a wonderful poem to read just about the time of year that is upon us. The very reason I moved from N.Y. to Calif. only to find that nights can get really cold here too. What a great poetic way of seeing the flowers in your thoughts, and how their time has passed with a reason. Natures ongoing cycle of beauty for each season.
Winter. Brrrrrrrrr! The perfect metaphor for Gone. Like those beautiful black-eyed Susans, on a personal note, we all have a pending winter - when we, too, shall be gone. Beautiful and insightful Smoky. Love it.
Beautiful spirits in these lines..Fall still haunts the Winter, living in your words.. :)
and yet in the dead of winter, the buds of spring rise from the heart... another beautiful offering!
I read this a few times, just because i had too... it is just so harmonious to read aloud....it really filled my heart with joy and sorrow in equal measures even though it feels melancholy, it seems to head on with a purposeful stride...maybe acceptance but thats how i felt this poem...thanks karen
A wonderful write, , how the beauty of flowers can just vanish with the onset of Winter.
Wow i read a fantastic poem in lovely metaphor. Kudos poet!
So very true Smoky, and very sad too. Great metaphor and well written.
Line after gorgeous, soul-searching, heartaching line----top marks--and I am faving this so I can read it over and over and over.
thank you so very much!