I fly with the early morning autumn light,
wary of the cold, damp leaves (warming slowly to a glow)
but alighting on a raindrop, spider’s web weight,
A bridgehead for the rising sun, in this October day,
multiplied in the water, I fly faster, drawing arrows
in the air; pointing at puddles and clouds,
But not for long; lightened by the rising murmur
of a milk float and early morning cars, becoming white
and dissolving to a china sky; a seductive,
A split horse chestnut case lies on the path,
bright green and white, like the clouds,
and slightly battered, unlike the nut;
Inspired by my walk to work this morning.
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Such a lovely painting of October morning amidst the china sky ~
Wow! What a splendid walk! I really like this poem.
Lovely October capture. 🙂
def made me think of life as a bird…which is rather enchanting…i would love to fly and be able to look down on the world from above just to see from the perspective….neat on the case there in the end as well…
A capture of texture, color and temperature as well as time of day – this is as much aubade as autumnal – and your mind in flight as bright as cardinal, as light as a floating maple leaf caught in the draught of breeze and time.
What a glorious October walk you had….your poetry paints it beautifully!!