Before the First Frost

Whispers could be heard
Beneath the leaves
The ones fallen seasons ago
When there was no reason
To believe time would ever end

Softly worded thoughts
Seemed to travel close to home
Yet when trying to pinpoint
The source it became clear
It was something universal

Out of disharmony beautiful
Music seemingly appeared
Played by angels pretending
To be popular nestled
Comfortably in the backyard
On a cool autumn evening

march, two thousand eleven
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6 thoughts on “Before the First Frost”

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- j matthew waters on October 15, 2016 at 7:13 am said:
  
  Thanks for linking my poem to your blog, Lydia.
  
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  - Lydia on October 15, 2016 at 8:22 am said:
    
    You’re welcome! I’ve been wandering through your archives recently and finding some great stuff. 🙂
  - j matthew waters on October 15, 2016 at 8:32 am said:
    
    I’m elated that you think so – you are most welcome to wander anytime…thank you once again!
forgottenmeadows on September 28, 2017 at 10:21 am said:

lovely words my friend!

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- j matthew waters on September 28, 2017 at 6:05 pm said:
  
  many thanks, Neha!
  
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poetry by j matthew waters