07-03-2021, 08:12 AM
When that mood manifests,
every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
Autumn alight.
Dead leaves go painterly
in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize,
drowning our sight.
Is it one’s mood that makes
tree-chaff a scene that wakes
awe at its majesty,
hymns of delight?
Or does that minstrel mood
kindle as attitude
by chance of circumstance
when the scene's right?
First off, that's an interesting question you pose. The poem pushes me to have an answer, and then I go back to the poem again to find it. Unusual effect for me.
My main gripe is the first stanza; I think it's that second line doesn't seem up to the level of the other lines. everything suggests? I don't know.
Also a bit hesitant about "painterly".
Last two stanzas are perfecto.
every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
Autumn alight.
Dead leaves go painterly
in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize,
drowning our sight.
Is it one’s mood that makes
tree-chaff a scene that wakes
awe at its majesty,
hymns of delight?
Or does that minstrel mood
kindle as attitude
by chance of circumstance
when the scene's right?
First off, that's an interesting question you pose. The poem pushes me to have an answer, and then I go back to the poem again to find it. Unusual effect for me.
My main gripe is the first stanza; I think it's that second line doesn't seem up to the level of the other lines. everything suggests? I don't know.
Also a bit hesitant about "painterly".
Last two stanzas are perfecto.