Nature's Colors
by
BJ Niktabe
(Age: 50)
copyright 11-12-2006
Age Rating: 7 to 127
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The colors of summer have faded away,
The blue of the sky is now shaded with gray.
The plants have gone dormant, awaiting the spring.
The birds have flown south, they've all taken wing.
The trees are aflame in the colors of fall.
I sit every day just to watch them all
Changing from green to yellow and brown,
Orange and red, as they fall to the ground.
The wind grasps the leaves in a spiraling dance,
I sit in amazement, just watching them prance.
The crackling noises from under my feet
Are leaves that have fallen that lie in the street.
Soon nature will turn as the air becomes cold
And old Father Winter releases his hold
On the slippery snow and the wind-chill like ice,
Sometimes it feels like he's not very nice.
But wait for the spring to come, then you'll see
How the life comes back to the flowers and trees.
The weather grows warm and life starts anew,
Then colors of summer come back into view.
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It's a cold winter afternoon in south Georgia, but this brought to mind my favorite time of year. Leaves falling and swirling in torrents of gold, red, orange, and green. The anticipation of holidays, and the the cold days of winter, leading up to spring, then summer, then starting all over again. Wonderful write.
Nancy
I'm not usuually one for regular, rhymed verse. I must make the exception here, because the piece is just so well done--good, flowing rhythm, nice selection of rhymes, and, like Shakespeare, all the lines are not absolutely perfect. Nice autumnal imagery, the colors of the falling or fallen leaves, the hint of chill in the air. I could hang it in the kitchen, it's that good. Keep it up! Great work!
Wayne
This piece has wonderful imagery, rhythm, and rhyme. None of it feels forced or fake. It flows so well! You really have put into words the essence of the changing seasons. It just reminds me that even though we just got snow last night (we had seventy degree weather a few days ago! What is going on???), spring is about to stop playing peekaboo very soon. Thanks for giving me a little optimism about this strange weather. Keep writing! Seriously... you're good at it.
My dear BJ, I must say that I am not particularly enthusiastic about rhyme poetry. Is that what it's called? Hmmm... The reason being is that for me, rhyme poetry is a calculated and programmed endeavor. It must be, if one wants to do it right. This process robs spontaneity to one's work. You can tell I just hate the stuff, right? Well, having said that, I must tell you that I like this one! I'll tell you why. You captured the changes of nature in a very clever way. I find that your rhyming is not forced, except in the last stanza, where you seem to fall off the rhyming scheme. I don't know if you intended to do that or not. I also like the rhyming words you used. They conveyed a wonderful imagery of Autumn changes. I particularly like this sentence, "The crackling noises from under my feet Are leaves that have fallen that lie in the street." This is very vivid. One observation, in your first stanza, you used the word "The" in the beginning of every sentence. I would change that. As a matter of fact, I would try not using words, such as, "The, and, then, etc..." But I want to end on a positive note. The reason why I like this one so much is that although it has nothing to do with Christmas, it surely put me in the Christmas spirit! It really did! This poem smells of Christmas to me and it's a wonderful feeling!
Lovely write. I can see and feel the picture painted with words.
Thank you kindly for your efforts. I wish it could have been included in the contest. As for it ending up all seasons, not just autumn, it matches my new fall mindset... to start on my spring garden now.
I missed spring planting last year while traveling to help out my in-laws. Luckily I had found a new-to-me fall plant combo that lasted until the end of spring. Here in the gulf coast, snapdragons and stock bloom all winter and into spring, along with my roses... even summer if I cut the snapdragons back before they seed.
I will go back to my seat in the garden now, and watch the spiraling leaves of red and gold, as I sit and watch my hyacinths breaking the ground already..
Once again, beautiful write.
Debbie
How well you have captured the changing seasons. Autumn, or as you call it, fall, is a riot of natures paintbox.
I however hate the winters cold a dark.
Thankfully you have reminded us that spring follows even the worst of winters.
Well written.
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