Restored [Collab]

by Poet on the Piano & Redangelwings   Oct 19, 2013


The seasons bring a multitude of colours
that seem to grow more beautiful with age.
It amazes me when I stop and look,
how much we can enjoy the wonder of child-like hearts.

Fingertips trace the lines of crinkled leaves
while an autumn sunset laughs for hours.
Why have I been closing these eyelids
to each wrinkle caught by the sunlight?
I never realized the earth could have a
history deeper and richer than any canyon.

Nature has love that never hinders your heart,
when trees wave their final goodbyes for hibernation.
The chill in the crisp air means
that winter is creeping around the corner.

And so as winds transform to flurries,
we will learn to live close by the fire-
held in gentle arms of another as we
are repeatedly painted with purpose.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    The seasons bring a multitude of colours
    that seem to grow more beautiful with age.
    It amazes me when I stop and look,
    how much we can enjoy the wonder of child-like hearts.

    - aww, very nice little opening. Innocence and beauty. the seasons changing, and growing more beautiful with age, this is so very true because when we are younger we do not appreciate what each season brings and as we grow older we begin to notice more changes and fall in love with certain things about certain seasons.

    Fingertips trace the lines of crinkled leaves
    while an autumn sunset laughs for hours.
    Why have I been closing these eyelids
    to each wrinkle caught by the sunlight?
    I never realized the earth could have a
    history deeper and richer than any canyon.

    - I adore this little image here of how much beauty a leaf can hold, how wrinkles can tell a story of the past. The tone of appreciation and realization of nature and beauty really stands out here, It is beautiful.

    Nature has love that never hinders your heart,
    when trees wave their final goodbyes for hibernation.
    The chill in the crisp air means
    that winter is creeping around the corner.

    - very spot on for this time of year, the description here is very good, the word crisp is very sharp to show that real chill of winter.

    And so as winds transform to flurries,
    we will learn to live close by the fire-
    held in gentle arms of another as we
    are repeatedly painted with purpose.

    - beautiful ending, really nice comforting tone. It shows what can be appreciated in Winter, with the cold nights outside, but then coming home to that fireplace, and also the embrace of someone else. Very nice.

    I loved this poem, thought it was very uplifting and quite touching actually.

    Nice work you pair! x

  • 11 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Naturally touching and so beautifully worded

  • 11 years ago

    by Lifesbreath

    Nice, I'm loving your nature poem. Awesome collaboration, too, those are always fun!