Bared, its branches dance October skeletal
to chthonic music, crush of leaves beneath,
an oak, its limbs a somber filigree
and rooks above in plumage clerical.
With wreath in hand I bow for fall, believe
I hear the voice of summer’s symmetry.
Afterwards, you’ve lit a fire, glass of wine
with ruby sheen its blood is memories
of warmth inside, a glow affects my mind
from brush of lips, your summer sensory.
The Gray tree by Piet Mondrian
This is my second entry for Kerry’s prompt of ten line poetry at toads. I experimented to write this as a sonnetina…
Björn Rudbergs writings 
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What a haunting summer sensory in time of October’s sombre music~ Love the experiment on the form Bjorn ~
It is a wonderful thing to read a poem with as subtle rhymes as these, Bjorn. I love the word chthonic – I remember when I first read it, I couldn’t believe such a word could exist – it falls like a lead weight to the bottom of a well.
I so enjoyed this piece.
Love the sensory words!
Impressed by your wordsmithing…”rooks above in plumage clerical”
Such a subtle and lush write–one to read again and again
Another gorgeously musical, visually evocative piece.
Hint of fall……………
Love your words, and the musicality of the whole…
Something very classical about this piece. I hear a old stringed instrument strummed periodically throughout its recitation. Sonnetina – interesting – and quite lovely.
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Wow, this is crazy good.