A bit of fun ;-)


Weathered


Wind whirls around the eaves
Rushing through flailing leaves
Singing springs on broken gates
Breeze surges and dissipates
The air a mix of browns and greens
My garden blown to smitherines
Through the window as I sigh,
Hey, at least my washing's dry....



Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-09-10 at 20:29

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shells
Loved this bit of fun, smiling at your last line, as I do when I bring in a dry line full.You really captured the essence of the wind, especially with that line " singing springs on broken gates."
2009-09-11



You are a chuckle! could see the leaves as they blanket the ground..the joys of racking(raking)teehee boys love to pile high and jump,,i do too!! hmm is it fall in Australia :P? I am not sure way down under where u folk are from :)
Lovely write,made me laugh,,loved the ending
Washing is dry!!

hugs
2009-09-10