Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Friday, November 09, 2007

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.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

These all just warmed my heart; especially the last. So touching. Thank you.

11/11/2007 9:26 AM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

The more of your work I read, the more I love it. So fine!

11/13/2007 1:18 PM  
Blogger Plain Foolish said...

Thank you both!

11/15/2007 9:48 AM  

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