an explosion of color
leaves to the ground
woke up this morning
that’s what I found
wet or dry red, yellow and orange
have your pick
this month only
take it quick
in farm Ohio
seasons explode
flowers, fruit and vegetables
patches loved, cared and hoed
and the sun goes round
makes light to dark
hear it, see it, taste it in nature’s park
so I’ve found
and I can read a book
eat a peaceful meal
sit back and praise existence
love is what I feel
Friday, October 30, 2009
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2 comments:
Your poem makes me feel peaceful. Beautifully said.
annie,
fourth of july wouldn't be what it is today
if some people didn't get off on explosions.
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