Tuesday, November 27, 2012

poems of November (2)


 

11.

A new trail full of autumn details

                Once laden with spring promises

A ripening belief slowly unveils

                Her yearly abundance, without compromises

Red , blue and purple bursting

                Yellow, orange and green bleeding

12.

Autumn decks her maze breezy and golden

                A vanishing trail to the Valley of the moon

Rains turning her bosom green and fruits laden

                All the wishes bright with reason at noon

Whatever your heart declares

Whichever your path snares

               

 

 

13.

A harvest contents everyone

                True to its renewed pledge

Northern hills delight in their winning run

                Only frosty and chilly on the edge

November sky yawns slow

                To a rising mist below

               

14.

By her swift feet

Autumn music runs loose

Beat upon beat

                She jumps on the wings of a goose

Fill all the corners of a cedar nut

A melodious world in a wooden hut

 

15.

In her afternoon laziness

                Sunny shadows deep in thoughts

Not a time for business

                Empty happiness without doubts

What a time to get old

                A future non action to behold

 

 

16.

Making mounds by the thousands

                Ants in their underground efforts

Holy family with endless descendants

                Leaving traces of their secret letters

Earth on their backs

                Legions of legendary jacks

 

17.

Royal purple of autumn grape

Crowns the hills in her glory

A labyrinth of colors to drape

                The eternal secret story

Crushing the harvest of fruit

                To intoxicate the forever young flute

 

18.

The divine wine in the purple well

                Flares the fire in the veins of desire

With seeds of fantasy in Romance to dwell

                Glares of deadly charm , victims to retire

The vineyard of phantoms’ dance

                Heartland of whims and chance

 

 

19.

Golden breeze strokes a melody

                Season of delivery to a full moon

To satisfy an olden fantasy

                Green turns into purple at noon

A light frosting to ripeness

                A touch of tangy mischief to fullness

 

20.

Winding trails sew the earth tapestry

                Extends a common thread to the horizon

With patches of color to lay out a mystery

                A game of the nonagon

Flows in the sunbeam to find

                Moon water band, its twin kind

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