Poetry Corner
desperately trying to loosen the brown leaves,
clinging to summer's memory.
Below, the cast-offs swirl and dance on the wind,
forming streams of gold, brown, and red
that ebb and flow down the street,
taking the warmth of summer with them.
Nancy Stearns
November 2007
BEAUTIFUL!!
ReplyDeleteI enjoy this poem very much.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the chill and see the leaves dancing. Nice imagery.
ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful, Nancy. You are so talented!
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