Rust color

by Dagmar Wilson   Aug 16, 2018


I had a vision of a blue mountain
with wings at the bottom,
fall is almost here.

The air is beginning to smell different
spring has spared many souls,
my heart is feeling what the eye is afraid to see.

Fall likes to dress up in rusty colors
leaves are breaking away,
birds gather together.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Blank

    As people have said before,
    It sounds like something bad is going to happen.
    All we can do is hope you'll make it through this problem.
    It is only impossible once you give up.
    Whatever is going on, give it all your strength.
    Beautiful write, thoughts going to you,
    Take care.

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,
    You do have a way with imagery and words, that often carry so much more substance beyond.
    Great write lady, albeit a sadness I sense
    Hugs
    Michael :)x

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Michael and yes I am a bit on the down side.

  • 6 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I like the fall, the autumnal colours means so many positives, like getting cozy with the nights drawing in. Maybe we'll light that log burner? Here that crunch of leaves and laughter as children play in the leaves. Here though, the 'fall' seems to suggest the oncoming doom. I hope not. Xx

  • 6 years ago

    by Augustus Black

    Seems like something big is coming, which will be not good. I see a great terror in this art and the way you've written is really amazing. Are we close to that horrible event? Nice work.

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