as leaves spiral; brown,
to bedded rest,
tears cry
in the wind.
Unseen chills float
memories that twirl, rise,
then settle down
as gold.
When seasons circle,
time awakens memories
aroused as collage
of dreams.
Author notes
A walk through my garden.
In a list
A contest entry
- I Deserve A Gold by Sonja.
475 points, ended August 10, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I enjoyed this poem and it made me want to lie on the ground and watch the leaves spiral down....sigh.
Thanks for sharing.
Jen
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Thanks Jen
I appreciate your comment. Frans
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Congratulations on the HM. I never would have made the connection between leaves falling and trees crying.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Leo,
thanks. You should read Myra's "toothpaste" and my 'reaction' to that. Blessings. Frans
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Thank you,
Sonja, I appreciate this. Quick to the point compo[tition]. I enjoy this the most.
Frans
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This is very nice written poem, in only a few lines I see emotions of the first stage. Autumn always was a collage of dreams and poetry.
~Sonja~
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What a beautiful write. My favorite verse would have to be the last. It is so true. Different seasons spark so many memories to flood back. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. The imagery in your poems is always stunnnning. This was a delight to read. Take care. Sending sunshine and blessings your way,
Sandy 
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Thanks Sandy
I am glad you enjoyed this. I agree with you - this last verse says 'that' something. A to you. Frans
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so beautiful
I love nature inspired poetry. It's always so beautiful. "Unseen chills float, as memories twirl-" I just adore those lines. Very good piece.
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Thank you.
As I added this poem, I wondered who would be the first to read it. I am glad we met. I also had a peep at your page, and you have some wonderful entries there. Frans
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