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winter fall

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited September 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the leaves they fly
the leaves they dance
the leaves they pile high against the wooden fence
all the colours of the autumn spectrum
red and yellow, gold and crimson
i love to pick them off the ground and carry them home
and arrange them gently in the fire grate
i'll stare at them for hours and wonder if they wish they were flowers
i don't think so, that's far too showy
i'd rather be a leaf that's crumbly
it's almost midnight and i light them fiercely
my body's warmed but those leaves are turned to ashen dust.
there's plenty more from whence those came
and i'll kick them around and make them dance
i'll watch them fly around my head and hear them crunch beneath my feet
as winter lizards play hide and seek in the morning sun
i like this season best of all when naked trees stand proudly tall
while their skirts down around their feet shelter an earth that's dormant.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • bluejourneymanbluejourneyman Posts: 421
    skirts down around their feet ...
    I like this part, best :p
    Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
    Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
    (Wolfmother)
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Grand Rapids 2006
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