Polly

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Gravel No Blue

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The time of year is here again;
a second day of mist rising.
As seen through the dawn window
while tea is brewed. The daylight hue
is opaqued–no grass no dew no
gravel no blue…
The last rose of summer is but
one day behind the autumn mists.

Polly Stretton © 2013

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19 thoughts on “Gravel No Blue

  1. This is lovely Polly. I noticed on Tuesday this week when I got up earlyish for work that it was really autumnal and misty. You’ve captured that mood beautifully x

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    • Ground mist is so lovely and today – the last day of summer – marks the second time this year I’ve noticed it …
      Thanks for your kind comments, Alison, glad you enjoyed it.

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  2. Polly a lovely poem. Yet for me a bit sad. I am still in denial about the changing seasons. A few leaves have fallen but it is, fortunately, still warm enough to hit the beach. I know it won’t last as rain is predicted for the weekend…

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  3. Thanks Louann, good to see you enjoyed this 🙂

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  4. I just started back on tea. I love how FAT and heavy and green all the leaves are this year. Were in for a SHOW!

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  5. The closing line is a poem in itself. Lovely, Polly.

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  6. so lovely… love me some early morning autumn mists.. on my bike ride to work i see them more and more… they have such a spell..

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  7. The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness 🙂
    Beautiful 🙂

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