Leaves and Snow
The wind picks uptearing golden and red leaves off trees
making the naked twigs dance
Way too early snow hurling round in ravenous circles
clearing away the last tiniest remembrances of summer
Announcing in the boldest of statements
it's unique presence
I sit inside my blue box room
watching the storm of white, red, golden and green
nearly surround me
Suddenly the air stops
and begins to float
as though the recent passionate dance
was never a capacity of the gentle snow
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-10-25 at 16:55
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