A poem in Free Verse
It won’t come willingly to canvas,
this gypsy season.
Slanting October light
dances, dazzles, blinds
with beauty, then darts aside
giving way to great shadows.
Its splendor defies brushstrokes,
refusing to be captured
in the Indian corn rainbow
of paint on the palette.
Fleeting glimpses of harvest glory
remain a memory, their true
auburn, crimson and gold goodbyes
painted only onto my soul.
– Lisa
Selected from Smallest Leaf: A Collection of Poetry. Available for purchase at the online store of smallestleaf.com.
