Wise trees ~ rooted in darkbrown soil ~
surrender:
shed fluttering leaves like tired birds
when on the green moss of the bark
Nature makes her secret mark
which triggers Autumn's rustic laughter
At dusk the hills and velvety skies
boast April's glowing garments:
scarlet, bronze and crimson flames
play chestnut, amber, golden games
with quiet, subdued cries
Come, Milady ~ Marvelous May:
rise to the twittering Departure!
lingering fragrances drift away
upon the misty morning splendour
into the rustling rustling Day ...
myra
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Written February 10th, 2002
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bloody brillant, babe... Keep writing, please.
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don't touch it!
I love autumn and this poem makes me love it even more. you paint a beautiful picture of the season with your words. very nice! -
I am enjoying a quiet read through your work. Muchly enjoying
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Oh thanks, Sweetness!
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wonderful choice of words!
brilliant piece
i liked
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