Mist

Poem By Penni Currie

rising up from the water
on this hazy dawn
the call of the geese
fluttering only inches above water
trailing their feet and honking loudly
the leaves turning from green to gold
and beautiful russet shades.
the last flowers wilting now
as summer turns to fall
the fox peeks out from behind a tree
and, sensing human presence
disappears.
the beauty of this
my favourite time of year
never fails to amaze me

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Comments about Mist

What a beautiful poem this is on the transition from Summer to Autumn. Fall is also my favorite season and the great visual imagery you've given this poem are the reasons why! Adding to my favorites so can envision this beautiful scene again and again!
A good nature poem and it is wonderfully written which is a success I think.


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