the sugar maple
in lemon lime,
will change to gold,
pointing up leaf toes
to float away, away.
scattering and running,
skidding brittle rattles
on brisk wind in sun.
the season’s begun
an extravagant show all,
yielding full colors.
the wonder of fall.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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Hi Jack,
I love this poem, the sound of it, the playfulness, and the imagery. I wish I lived where I could see the leaves change. Your poem gives me a beautiful picture of it:
"pointing up leaf toes
to float away, away.
scattering and running,
skidding brittle rattles
on brisk wind in sun."
Kia ora Jack,
Always love reminders of what I can no longer see in my original place. Cheers.
Robb
it's a big world, and
Rob, you are in a beautiful part of it.
Annie, it sure is a great time of year, one that give us something to write about every time.
I want to mention that I had some apple cider yesterday at a friends house, and it was as good as I've tasted. I'm glad that with all the changes in the world, they still make apple cider that is great.
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