On my golden pondcrinkled leaves sail
gently teased
by the breeze,
Yellow, amber,
rust and red
upon the water
they do rest,
Til the wind
raises them up
tenderly twirling
to their bed,
On moss plump
from Autumns rain
provides soft landing
for the final colour of this day.
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nice. as a nature lover i really enjoy the earthy feel of this...the plump moss...the leaves sailing...nice magpie
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian, twas a joy to write.
ReplyDeleteYou did an amazing job of writing, Cheryl. I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Diane, yours touched me.
ReplyDeleteGives me a vibrant visual impression ... love it!
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is stunning! Great Magpie, Cheryl.
ReplyDeleteSpeeeedy, glad you enjoyed it. Your Autumn must be the same with such lovely colours.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Angie
ReplyDelete'Til the wind raises them up tenderly... beautifully written.
ReplyDeletetenderly twirling
ReplyDeleteto their bed ... I love this, a wonderful poem :o)
Very nice magpie. You really showed movement....a very nice imagined visual.
ReplyDeleteCheryl, this is breath-taking, esp for anyone partial to natural beauty..look forward to more.
ReplyDeleteGotta love that plump moss! Lovely Magpie!
ReplyDeleteSecond last stanza is pure MAGIC. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your gentle poem.
ReplyDeletethis is lovely and as lush as a forest florr
ReplyDeleteThank you all so very much. It was written while watching the wind play with Autumn leaves on a bright sunshinie day.
ReplyDeleteA lovely golden spell!
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