Poem -
Fallen leaves
The leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown
with a stiff wind soon on the ground
rustling, rustling
a pile of leaves so neatly collected
beckoning me so they're not neglected
rustling, rustling
i jump I jump so gleefully
in a daze of joy so peacefully
to which I must admit this practice I adore
now the leaves askew and beckoning no more
until next year my beautiful foes
rustlng, rustling as the wind blows
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Life is short, jump in the leaves !
lovely write, invigorating tone, 'nature' is the ultimate subject in poetry, this is an excellent read, and I enjoyed... cheers poet
Thank you, you have so many great poems it'll take me all day to read,
oh well the life of a poet !!!!!!,
Welcome to the family ## This sounds like music### I enjoyed reading this!!!
Leah
Thank you, you have not idea how much I appreciate your kind comments !
You're welcome!!
Very nice.
THANK YOU !!!!
I'm not too sure why you would consider all of those lovely, crunchy, brittle brown leaves to be foes, ATB.
Perhaps it is because they must be raked each year?
Hey, it isn't just kids who enjoy a roll in the leaves, right?
After all, we are only as old as we feel.
Nice...
~Dean :}
Dean, thank you for reading a couple of my poems,
i appreciate your imput, I hope you conquer your fight with good and evil,
but something tells me you wallow in the fight,
it must make life interesting, I will continue to follow you and look forward
to reading more of your poems in the future
all MY best !
aspire to be
In my life, I lean far more towards the light than I do the darkness, Aspire.
But with my writing, I definitely prefer the darker, gloomier, more shadowy recesses life has in store for us.
Hey, it helps pay the bills.
You are more than welcome, my dear.
~Dean :}