Winsome wind
Lifting leaves
From autumn trees.
Gusty squalls
Across the reach
Hearty waves crash on a windswept beach.
Stormy days unease
September’s short reprise
Before relentless chill of winter.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
As summer gives way to Autumn and we near the Fall equinox this seems to be the right poem for d’Verse open link night. Soon be out in those wellies crunching the fallen leaves…
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Your poem made me realize how much I miss the sea, the Baltic sea is more like a lake.
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I have always been drawn to the sea, which is odd because I was born inland far away from the sea. All water can be healing though.
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Very nice crisp write Alison – you conjure exactly what you aiming for… And, as you say, perfect for this time of year.
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Many thanks
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As I’m reading your beautiful poem. I feel I need to visit the sea and embrace the winds and the end of Autumn. Excellent write. 🙂
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Thank you, much appreciated.
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You welcome, Alison. 🙂
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I love your images – it looks like a very windy day in Morecambe Bay and you have captured the rhythm of the wind and waves really well in your poem :o)
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I have always loved the sea 🙂 and your poem reminds me why ❤️
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We are having a summer weather this week and the weekend…like the last of the summer days before the autumn chill. Love your poem and photos ~
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You took me away to the windy beach with this 🙂
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Winsome wind gradually becomes winter; so like many things in this life. I see an overlay of symbolism in your words, Allison. Beautiful and melancholy.
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I can sense the abruptness as to how one season can suddenly transform into the next with little warning. Your photos illustrate the differences in the landscape from season to season. Thanks for sharing, Alison.
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That picture is a great offset for the poem… like the gusty squalls across the reach!
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Well said!
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Nice movement in the poem – the gentle winds, the squalls, the storms and the chills a’comin. ‘Hearty waves’ is a lovely line.
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many thanks. XX
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You really whipped up the weather with the ‘winsome wind’ just lifting leaves and then turning to gusty squalls, Alison – typical British weather!
My favourite lines:
‘Stormy days unease
September’s short reprise
Before relentless chill of winter.’
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Thankyou Kim.
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Captures the feel so well! Great write.
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Captures the mood and the weather perfectly here on our damp island. Here comes Winter indeed.
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I really like the last two lines.
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Many thanks.
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I gave this a “like” because you wrote it well. But I don’t like that winter will soon be here.
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Yes, here comes winter. But, if it were not for winter, would Spring be such a treat? Beautifully descriptive words for us!
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thanks XX
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I like the sound of this poem. I am sitting next to the ocean right now, and while it is a very different scene, I appreciated yours all the more for adding to mine.
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The wind blows summer away and winter in.
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I am attracted to the sea even knowing of the sudden transition to chilling weather that is looming. Thanks for sharing.
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I’d love to see those raging waves. I’d like to see them from behind the glass of that hotel in the background, brrrrrr Your tone made me think of Fall turning to Winter. The transition is quite palpable, very good!
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