Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Like flames cascading down each limb
a golden orange autumn whim
consumes the elm in torrid hues
the palette of a dying muse
that brushes winter off with scorn
for soon the leaves will be reborn.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


I ike what you are seeing also with the scenery and trees around you too...Much better is your glad words that the leaves will be reborn..A hopeful poem, pre-winter woes:)

Happy Pre-winter Bob,

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rch said...

Hi Eileen and sewa, thanks for your kind comments.