Autumn Blues

autumn blues

Summer’s blood flows,

stuttering neon

through cooling veins.

Stretched and thinned

it angles the skin

in dripping chills of rain.

It slows

in tentative light

and the falling glory

of the wings

of trees,

and dressed

in the multicoloured

motley

of a jester at a wake

it pulses

with the languorous

throb and angst

of autumn blues.

 

painting and poem by clinock.

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13 thoughts on “Autumn Blues

  1. dressed like….A jester at a wake………. Isn’t that the truth. And more than the visuals, the mood. Yeah another season celebrated with…..finality. The humour about finality you hint at. The expression of the ‘face in blue’ reflects it with great harmony. Great Harmony!

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