I begin by congratulating Spring. What expertise
of nature to have grown so many leaves, once green
but now a russet cloud to clothe the trees!

If the sky were not blue, this scene would disappoint.
Russet’s no colour against grey, but look at this –
a portrait at my feet where the rain is in ponds.

It’s indirect. Spring’s largesse, this generosity of light,
this rain - all make a mood. Without them, the leaves
of russet colour would be, well, just leaves. The joy

is in the sweet conspiracy.
And in me.

Great praise of nature poem misterF.

That last line reminds me of the old Persian poets, and leaves this reader feeling really good.

Steve

Nicely done, Stephen, russet is definitely the color of the season in the northern hemisphere.


Les

A bump for the changing of the season. Around here it is beginning to look and sound like springtime.

Les

aiy, nice bump...a gem from a master...MisterF.

avanti,

Peter

Master? Aw shucks.
Still around. Just been playing with my second great-grandchild. Two more great-grandchildren due later this year.
Not much time for writing. Just contemplating.

Stephen

Obviously no time wasted.

amo et avanti,

Peter

Peter, WOW.

The joy

is in the sweet conspiracy.
And in me.


That is amazing.

MisterF:

Another exquisite word portrait from your pen. Impeccable phrasing as usual.

Joe

Hi old chums.
We had a little William Carlos Williams competition here, and I won.
I'll put it up. See what you think.

Stephen