Meandering

Biting ludic winds,
The Fall air redolent of
Weeping pumpkin flesh.

Cacophonous cries,
Winging the heady blue sky-
Twelve geese South-bound fly.

An upturned collar,
Meandering amongst the graves-
Squirrel gathers fast.

Night of lambent stars,
Pensive o'er a cup of tea-
Distant laughter chimes.



Poetry by Soup in the Sand
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Written on 2011-10-19 at 02:42

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Blilith
I really like this, the conflicting use of words and the style appeals

Applause
2011-12-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This one conjures visions well beyond itself. I'll read this one a few more times on quiet occasions for pure enjoyment.

Joe
2011-11-11


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2011-11-10


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written
Thanks for sharing
N T
2011-10-19



Another triumph, dear friend.
Here is Autumn in all its chilly splendour. I love especially the sinister nods to Halloween; and as usual, your imagery and vocabulary are most splendiforous!
A joy to read; applause!
2011-10-19


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Exalant poem , well writan , good use of words , well exprest.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-10-19