Saturday, October 09, 2010

On My Golden Pond

On my golden pond
crinkled 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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18 comments:

  1. nice. as a nature lover i really enjoy the earthy feel of this...the plump moss...the leaves sailing...nice magpie

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  2. Thank you Brian, twas a joy to write.

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  3. You did an amazing job of writing, Cheryl. I love this poem!

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  4. Thank you so much Diane, yours touched me.

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  5. Gives me a vibrant visual impression ... love it!

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  6. The imagery is stunning! Great Magpie, Cheryl.

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  7. Speeeedy, glad you enjoyed it. Your Autumn must be the same with such lovely colours.

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  8. 'Til the wind raises them up tenderly... beautifully written.

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  9. tenderly twirling
    to their bed ... I love this, a wonderful poem :o)

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  10. Very nice magpie. You really showed movement....a very nice imagined visual.

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  11. Cheryl, this is breath-taking, esp for anyone partial to natural beauty..look forward to more.

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  12. Gotta love that plump moss! Lovely Magpie!

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  13. Second last stanza is pure MAGIC. Love and Light, Sender

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  14. this is lovely and as lush as a forest florr

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  15. Thank you all so very much. It was written while watching the wind play with Autumn leaves on a bright sunshinie day.

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