Timely poem

[rhanihf]

The afternoon sun is still orange

The afternoon sun is still orange, warm upon the earth, 
absorbed by blades of grass now slowed in their growth
empty spaces tinkle, sparkle the crispness of the flowing force southern
Clean and sharp and biting in the shade, awakening us to the long darkness-
cold morning tiles ahead.
Scented energy

Comments

Week 7 comment

[matthewj_1987]

hey rhani, was just broswing through your stuff, and this poem stuck out to me. it was so beautiful, the use of colour imagery really played with the senses, the weather, the colours, the description of your nostrils, all emcompassed a beautiful poem. it really reminds me of something i recently read that said that the best works of fiction or poetry, engage all 5 senses... and your poem does this beautifully. I too enjoy autumn afternoons, nothing better then snuggling down with a nice book, and enjoying the crisp freshness on your face, with a still warming sun under a warm blanket.

Thanks for an amazing post, that really took my reading experience to a whole new level………