She paints the landscape red and gold,
cossets fruit, more than we can hold,
silvers webs and tinkers with the light
only to plunge us into wintry night.
Her leafy folly flutters and decays,
the fruits of her labour last but days,
winter haunts her with ghostly mist
and bids her goodbye with an icy kiss.
Kim M. Russell, 27th October 2020
Lisa is our host this Tuesday with a prompt based on follies, and not just the kind rich people build, like the Mussenden Folly.
Lisa has given us a definition of an architectural folly and a human behavioural one, as well as sharing images and poems on the theme.
Our challenge is to write poems with the word ‘folly’ in them: about a decorative structure not intended to have a function; the Ziegfield Follies; an act of folly; the folly of youth and the fear of folly in older years.