Autumn pond water

Morning clouds burning off like
Smoldering embers. Leaves
Dropping like twisted scarves,

Bark on archaic trees
Thick with a breeze. Graying
Mist paints over a pond

Gilled with perch and trout.
An early frost scrolls a
Shoreline of duckweed water

With spirals of ice-crystals.
In a dell rung by the ground
Cold, the withering of flowers;

Old roots searching for a warmth
Burrow into the dry salvages
Of earth. Down boles of the elm.

And while the air was stirring, the
Hourglass of Autumn sifted a drift
Of winter. Flakes falling from a tin sky.

And the wind began to howl. The
Distant sound rote in the cold mouth;
And the heaving snow rounded

The hollow, cowering pond and the
Littered branches. And Autumn bailing in a
Boat. Silent listening to the undeniable.

Copyright © 09/22/17 lance sheridan®


7 comments on “Autumn pond water

  1. Barbara says:

    Lance your images are descriptive and well thought out – love your voice in this as it paints a remarkable beautiful scene of magnificent beauty. Excellent!

  2. Devon Brock says:

    Tis very bleak and breezy today, and the strippling wind dismembers the trees – clearing the shades of summer and exposing a “tin sky” to the mouth and ears alike. An absolutely beautiful Autumn pastoral. So happy I dove deep into your archives for this gem.


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