Open Poetry #27 |
Plum Petals Falling |
ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Blossoms falling: Shook by wind They salt The spring air rose. Almost white, Confetti thrown, Dropping from tree top height. * Drifting, blowing Warm air lifting; Soft as late snowflakes They pass Before my eyes To nestle, Melting, swiftly Hiding in the grass. * A Bunting lights the highest branch, Petal showers fall below. A tuft of down escapes its breast, (Aloft in breeze, it joins the flakes) Blends rose and white, with indigo. * end |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
An enchanting visage for sure... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ice A teaspoon of honey. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Your use of imagery is beyond compare.. Much enjoyed the read this ayem. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~If you haven't heard the sunset, |
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