Swirling, twirling
Falling to the ground,
Splashes of color
To the earth they are bound.
For a time they show
Bright beauty of spun gold,
Mingled with crimson and ginger,
Exquisite and bold.
Artwork on a grand scale
Displayed for all,
The very work of the hand
For which they call.
4 comments:
I love this poem. The rhyming and cadence is very nice, coupled with the photo to make a very complete poem loaded with imagery of fall.
Swirling, twirling
Falling to the ground
Excellent! Good job. :-)
That is a very beautiful nature poem, with lovely movement in the rhythm to reflect the motion of the leaves.
Angel, you capture the imagery of a waning season brilliantly! I love the title.
Swirling, twirling - I like that, a nice splash of words with the image
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