The scent of roses in full bloom,
The touch of drying leaves,
I lay on the yellowed grass
beneath the eaves of trees,
The wind in my hair
The coolness of the breeze
I am sitting on my knees
Beneath the eaves of trees
The birds singing secrets
Ones I cannot tell
Until I hear
The ringing of that bell.
A contest entry
- #1 Prompt by katzeyez.
400 points, ended October 15, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful poem
I can feel the breezes going through the forest of garden. Calm, beautiful, and relaxing. Great poem.
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well
The beauty of poetry and autumn. it seems both bring out the best in me. well done poet. thanks for the smile.
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An enchanting poem.The first 4 lines just flowed so well and then I kind of hesitated as I read the rest.
You have some beautiful images in this that touched me.
Thank you so much for entering my first contest!
Katz xx
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