An autumn day....
Visiting friend and neighbors bright and happy as could be.
Some were still green others orange or soft gold.
Such an array of colors bringing the fall, and the cold.
One large leaf flipped, twisted, swirled, and then it fell.
Beautiful freedom going where you want under your own spell.
Many liked a special spot near the house next door.
They cuddled together forming a colorful pile inviting others.
But, the next day the wind changed, blowing them all away.
Bye bye my friends away, away, away, my beautiful friends.
Poetry by Victoria Pearson
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Written on 2006-06-09 at 02:54
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Leaves.
I watched them darting from house to house, so free.Visiting friend and neighbors bright and happy as could be.
Some were still green others orange or soft gold.
Such an array of colors bringing the fall, and the cold.
One large leaf flipped, twisted, swirled, and then it fell.
Beautiful freedom going where you want under your own spell.
Many liked a special spot near the house next door.
They cuddled together forming a colorful pile inviting others.
But, the next day the wind changed, blowing them all away.
Bye bye my friends away, away, away, my beautiful friends.
Poetry by Victoria Pearson
Read 756 times
Written on 2006-06-09 at 02:54
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