SUMMERS GONE

[Maureen K Clifford]

SUMMERS GONE
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet

Summers gone, winter approaches,
mornings now are cold and crisp.
Dew lies heavy on the grass
and sun comes late. Merely a whisp
of mist still lingers
trapped in hillside valleys deep
hidden from wan sunlight fingers.
Summers gone.

[David Campbell]

Short, and very sweet, Maureen!

Cheers
David

[Maureen K Clifford]

It is Unusual for me

[Neville Briggs]

Is that the Clifford rondeau.

[Terry]

Short but nicely done.

Terry

[Shelley Hansen]

Lovely, Maureen!

Can you please send some of that cold weather over here to the coast please? We're still in short sleeves and summer PJs!!

Cheers, Shelley

[Cropduster]

Sometimes an economy of words can say it all.

A lovely verse, almost as short as the winters day.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thanks Allan - I do sometimes enjoy an economy of words - nice phrase that

You keep your warm weather Shelley and enjoy - its freezing here today

[Catherine Lee]

At the risk of repeating myself Maureen, this is another that paints a clear picture, this time in very few words. I can really see the wisp of mist lingering trapped in the valley.

[Maureen K Clifford]

It's been lingering here for the last few mornings Catherine Pleased you like the picture