Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Priming

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.
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3 comments:

  1. Eileen T O'Neill .....3:17 PM

    Bob,

    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,
    Eileen

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  2. sewa mobil jakarta9:46 AM

    Very nice, thanks for sharing.

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  3. rch2:51 PM

    Hi Eileen and sewa, thanks for your kind comments.

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