Orange and yellow back lit
by the rising sun.
Like you could just reach out
and grab a handful of color.
Taste the maple on your lips.
Hang on while it lasts.
To quick to ground,
replaced by the scarecrows of winter.
Don’t just hurry by. Pause a
bit and enjoy.
Who knows for whom there will be
no more orange and yellow mornings.
Nov 04, 2012
Orange and Yellow Mornings
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
Comments
Hi captain
A great deal of imagery which fits in well with the season. Last 2 lines added the perfect amount of melancholy to this................stan
Perfect colors...
for the season and I have seen those very hues, just the other dawn. I totally agree that the last two lines make the ending just as it should be. You hit the right spots all the way through, kept the pace and the logic. I'd say that this one needs litlle in the way of change. [ Maybe add another 'o' to that [ too ] quick to ground. ~ Geezer
captjack
I see you have been here nearly three months now and still no profile, I would like to know who is writing and from where it makes a bit of difference.
Yes the scarecrows of the winters skyline are not a welcome sight, liked this write a lot, Yours Ian.T