Autumnal Image [ORIGINAL POEM]angsteem (61)in #writing • 10 years ago sunlight flows, the birch has her hands full wasting her gold: each day turning more and more naked letting the sky and universe in, without end. at the horizon silver white birds ascend. #poem #poetry #art #autumn
a nice sustained comparison, personifying Autumn and portraying her as a spendthrift wasting her gold. No comments yet other than mine? Being a poet is hard at the best of times :)