Eavesdropping

i am eaves-
dropping
on the rain
dripping
and the leaves
whispering

spiralling autumn secrets
in a richly coloured helix

hoarding them in gutters
leaving them in piles to rust

disintegrate
into delicate
skeletons cart-
wheeling into winter
colliding with snowflakes
and falling stars

Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020

Pumpkin Season | Nature photography, Beautiful nature, Beautiful photography

My quadrille for the dVerse Poets Pub, where I am hosting and eavesdropping on visitors this Monday. Also linked to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry

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82 thoughts on “Eavesdropping

  1. Such interesting and intriguing descriptions. This is derived in beauty and fascination to the intrinsic nature of… nature. This is beautifully composed with mesmerizing imagery with fantastic verbs as well. ❤

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  2. Loving this Kim. The first lines remind me of our early vacation days….always spent tent camping since we could not afford hotels. I always loved the sound of the rain drops hitting on the tent, when we were snug in our sleeping bags with only our chilled noses sticking out. Eavesdropping on the raindrops….loving that idea.

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    1. We’ve had quite a bit of rain lately and I found myself eavesdropping on the drops from the eaves above my study. They were falling in the potato plants I had in grow bags. I harvested the last of them yesterday.

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    1. I’m glad someone’s got some heat, Glenn. This morning began very misty and overcast, chilly too, but brightened up over the course of the day. The weather forecast hinted at an Indian summer for us too. 😉

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  3. disintegrate
    into delicate
    skeletons cart-
    wheeling into winter
    colliding with snowflakes
    and falling stars

    —- Gorgeous, delicate and evocative words and imagery!! I can’t wait to wheel into winter. (I have stars in my quad too). 🙏

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  4. Poetry abouts rooves and gutters takes me back to long gone days when i use to climb on the roof to clean the gutters and ccheck the tiles. Thank heavens I don’t have to do that any more. Your poem really read so beautifully Kim.

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  5. I’m in love with the conspiratorial tone of this. As if the speaker has a secret they’re letting the reader in on. I think leaf skeletons are lovely too.

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