Tranquil morning,
Slivers of sun ripple over a glass smooth sea
Dew sodden grass with the first fall of autumn leaves.
Robin redbreast sings his September song
Lyrical and subdued sheltered in the boughs of the old plum tree
Last rose of summer sheds her petals.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
My offering for open link night at d’Verse.
Spent a lovely late summer afternoon up on the Solway Firth with my Dad. The Robin sang most of the afternoon in the garden and it really took a lot of patience to track him down and get a reasonable photo. Both images taken this afternoon in Dad’s back garden.
What a wonderful walk and sense of september
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Ah! such lovely song of a beautiful summer gone…………
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Hummmm….the roses are still blooming, but soon it will be the last rose of summer. I think the robins I saw earlier, have all gone?
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They stay here through the winter…we are lucky.
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Wow. That’s quite a visual poem. How beautiful. 🙂 Lovely click too.
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Beautiful poem and photos. I especially love the bird.
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Your beautiful poem sings the songs of September.
The essence of the photos bring everything to a smooth brilliance. 🙂
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Beautiful!❤️
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Hunting down that robin was like hunting for the perfect cherry blossom – totally worth it. So much beauty in this poem. I love the pics as well. the last rose of summer is always a little imperfect it seems. But worth it. they also seem to smell the sweetest because it is the last one. Our robins hang around all winter as well down south here.
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What a bucolic end-of-summer read. It’s the sort of read that makes one finish, sigh, and whisper “perfection”.
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It was such a lovely day.
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Your words invite us to walk with you. The sense of pending autumn days saturates this poem. Well done, Alison.
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Gorgeous photos of the robin and flower ~ I walk along with you in that September song ~
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Many thanks
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Crisp like dry foliage neath the trees.
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What a perfect pairing, especially of bird and words. The atmosphere is true and pleasing.poem.
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Many thanks Nan.
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I love this lyrical sweetness of the seasons change- beautiful!
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I love robins – don’t know where our regular pair has got to.
I like the gentle balance of this poem, Alison – it glows with contentment.
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Thank you for a lovely and fitting photo of the robin. So appropriate for the write that follows!
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I love that the robin sings his September song — a farewell song since he, too, will be leaving. There’s a wistfulness here that is beautiful, Alison.
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many thanks. XX
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Nature’s songs are so wistful at times. Well woth the perseverence. Great shot of Robin.
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The rhyme between “sea” and “tree” tied the sound together for me. Nice last line.
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