Colors crushed and strewn around, nature falling to the ground.
Crackling leaves crushed underfoot;
dandelions sprout and soon do fluff.
Tiny bugs floating through the air,
bouncing and tossing everywhere.
Long grasses learn to sway,
smelling of the summer fade.
Wind rustling the branches blown;
Wind rustling the branches blown;
honking geese sound the way flown.
Gentle breezes caress the skin,
never will i see this again.
Looking through illuminated branches,
setting yourself up for mindles trances.
The sky's bright blue turns to gray.
O, how I love these October days.
Landscape full of fire and fun.
Winter comes when this is done.
Winter comes when this is done.
Thinking of time well spent.
Thinking about what this has meant.
Thinking about what this has meant.
5 comments:
the imagery you gave here is delightful, and there are a few places that could lead you to expand of make another piece, and lengthen this one. you could go further into the smell of the summer fade and show what smells come along as summer fades in a certain area. very cute . thanks for the thoughts youve laid down
YAY Dinah! I love the imagery of the fall day.
ONE BAD THING I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS PIECE WAS HOW THE WORDS WERE IN YELLOW IT KIND OF HURT MY EYES.OVER ALL I LIKE THE IMAGERY YOU GAVE ABOUT FALL!
hey this is cool... I did a poem one time on colors and leaves..it was called "cascading colors" it was published too, but my teacher kinda helped me with it..
Wow it was amazing, I really like the imagery and the picture. :D
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