Maple trees dancing
Through rainy autumn winds
In scarlet shawls.
Golden trees shiver,
brown branches peeping out.
Cold water falls down.
Overhead, crows whirl,
A magical ballet
against grey clouds.
Squirrels digging down
chatter angrily, go away!
These acorns are mine!
The pleiades rise
over dark soft trees
Our breath glows white.
Through rainy autumn winds
In scarlet shawls.
Golden trees shiver,
brown branches peeping out.
Cold water falls down.
Overhead, crows whirl,
A magical ballet
against grey clouds.
Squirrels digging down
chatter angrily, go away!
These acorns are mine!
The pleiades rise
over dark soft trees
Our breath glows white.
Labels: poetry
posted by Plain Foolish | 6:22 AM
3 Comments:
These all just warmed my heart; especially the last. So touching. Thank you.
The more of your work I read, the more I love it. So fine!
Thank you both!
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