A Little Past Green

Rose-colored autumn, a time of the year

When fickle gods craft red hats for the queen;

Soon chill winds blow her cover. Can you hear

Intense leaves falling a little past green?

We’ll soon be sipping chocolate and dreams.

Darkness arrives too soon; the days are short—

Sunset before sleep, a little past nine.

Liquid light sinks low, yet yearns the young heart

For backyard barbeque and outdoors fine.

Remember sipping ice-cold beer and dreams?

They flush with plum burgundy and red orange,

Old enough to wear purple but a little

Past green—float down, turn brown, sit down, and change

Channels on TV. Turn on the kettle

It’s time to start sipping green tea and dreams.

— deelilah, Oct 20, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwest USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.E. Cummings, Robert W. Service, Emily Dickenson

Critiques

Barbara Writes

17 years 7 months ago

Good one

I can feel the crisp cool breeze in your writing and the warm cozy feel has. I am ready to pull out the kettle and make some hot cider or herb tea. My critique is keep writing good poems like this one. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

deelilah

17 years 7 months ago

Hi, Barbara

Thank you for the great affirmation. That's the feeling I tried for. It's like--we get older, leaves wither, oh well, let's have some tea. I'd like to see your picture. Yours, Donna

yenti

17 years 7 months ago

Deelilah

Gentle on the mind as someone once sang and this is what they meant I think, Keep on writing, some of us see the inside of a falling leaf, others feel the colour, and there are some that feel the pain as it hits the cold earth, I like yours a lot, Yours Ian.T

deelilah

17 years 7 months ago

Thank you for your comment.

Thank you for your comment. The feeling seems to have come across gentle. Barbara's comment had a similar note. I like that. It's hard to write about red hats, the color purple, and withered leaves without being a little bit angry. I have to work at that some. Yours, Donna