Author: Franklin2013VMI PM
A short poem I wrote on late fall afternoon.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 106 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3082122
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The clear blue sky of a crisp November morning,
Barren giants with crooked arms upward raised,
And the lonely yellow orb suspended at noon.
I rake leaves, shards of color reminiscent of fire,
The last evidence of a long passed Summer,
Carpeting the ground in flamboyant defiance.
They swish and swoosh across the cold dry grass,
Crackling into a collection of fading vibrancy,
Only to scatter again with a breath of wispy wind.
Now only the tan dead grass and cloud of breath,
Hot from my mouth as I rake the fallen leaves,
And drag them in piles to the corner of the backyard.