For the Friday 55. An earlier poem re-written and re-worked.
Autumn is Falling to Sleep
Autumn is fall(ing) to sleep.
The creek at the foot of the hill is not
the gurgling child it was.
Slower now
and grey around the edges.
Stones left behind from summer flooding dusty
and sad at being left behind.
The frogs have vanished –
Dragonflies withdrawn to their secret
blue cave in the sky.
copyright Kanzen Sakura
kanzen sakura 
Sep 07, 2018 @ 16:55:07
This is beautiful. I love the creek that is no longer a gurgling child.
Sep 07, 2018 @ 21:37:34
Thank you!
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Sep 08, 2018 @ 10:03:51
A beautiful poem about my favorite season!!! Love each work!
Sep 08, 2018 @ 10:22:09
I meant “word,” not “work.” My fingers seem to have a mind of their own.
Sep 08, 2018 @ 10:51:38
I really like the way you have phrased this poem, the line breaks. It creates an interesting movement as one reads. The creek is not the gurgling child it was… love that image.
Sep 09, 2018 @ 16:09:32
So that’s where they go. Love the idea of it. I love the photograph.
Sep 09, 2018 @ 16:16:47
The photo is one of several so have taken of the creek at the foot of the hill during autumn. This one the leaves on the surface of it are dreaming of warm days past.
Sep 11, 2018 @ 07:02:30
This ismlovely. The dragonflies are so very blue at times. Thanks for lovely pic in words and photo. K.