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Cerebral clouds

Gather anxiously

As I watch the warmth of summer days

Fade into mists of memory, and all seems lost to the doffing of Jack Frost’s

Cap as he beckons my reluctant soul towards days where I know nothing of the

contentment or comfort of being.

And then when all seems lost to hazy memory and yearning I awake next morning

To pastel skies stretching across a perfect artist's canvass on which I am awakened

To definition, and I am no longer a prisoner dragged into cells of winter despair but I

Am alive to a world of charcoal perfection, every tiny twig defined for me.

Now would I swap the writings of my soul in exchange for being the genius to capture

Autumns illustration, to absorb all that which my eyes can only scrutinise to find the tiniest

Detail given to me on a plate of all consuming life!

And yes in the heaven of guilded skies my soul rises to know the meaning of joy but this

Is the key to my awakening, and all that is within me stubbornly holding on to glorious

Summer, is in definition persuaded to leave the door of hope ajar.
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To Pastel Skies

Contributed by northernlights on Thursday, 24th October 2013 @ 04:08:37 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

Dull

Cerebral clouds

Gather anxiously

As I watch the warmth of summer days

Fade into mists of memory, and all seems lost to the doffing of Jack Frost’s

Cap as he beckons my reluctant soul towards days where I know nothing of the

contentment or comfort of being.

And then when all seems lost to hazy memory and yearning I awake next morning

To pastel skies stretching across a perfect artist's canvass on which I am awakened

To definition, and I am no longer a prisoner dragged into cells of winter despair but I

Am alive to a world of charcoal perfection, every tiny twig defined for me.

Now would I swap the writings of my soul in exchange for being the genius to capture

Autumns illustration, to absorb all that which my eyes can only scrutinise to find the tiniest

Detail given to me on a plate of all consuming life!

And yes in the heaven of guilded skies my soul rises to know the meaning of joy but this

Is the key to my awakening, and all that is within me stubbornly holding on to glorious

Summer, is in definition persuaded to leave the door of hope ajar.

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Re: To Pastel Skies (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 24th October 2013 @ 11:01:19 PM AEST
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It's amazing how you consistently come up with great descriptive lines! Very impressive.

Pssst...little secret, I dislike summer. At least where I live. Too many bugs. Heat that bakes your skin to points of cancerous beginnings and utility bills out the arse! I don't find it so glorious but then again, I haven't experienced summer from all points of the world so perhaps I should shut my mouth. Love the temperatures of fall and spring, which are generally too short. Seems we rarely have those and only have summer and winter.

I'm quite off topic, aren't I? Apologies. Love the poem. You never fail.

Re: To Pastel Skies (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Friday, 25th October 2013 @ 09:58:14 AM AEST
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Hi Anna,

Typical of this time year - doesn't know
whether to cling to the beauty of summer or
welcome in the assassins of winter, so the
days are alternate in climate - as you have
so beautifully described here.

Tommy

Re: To Pastel Skies (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Sunday, 27th October 2013 @ 08:57:51 AM AEST
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I was looking out of the window just before I read this, at the rain lashing the window and wondering if this was the storm the weathermen had predicted coming to greet me.
You've reminded me how Winter's sting will shortly be upon us.
Great write

Steve

Re: To Pastel Skies (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 23rd May 2014 @ 06:31:33 PM AEST
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graceful, wistful and a true beauty:)

hugs n' love nessa

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