The fire trees are muted, a week now past.
No longer does the bright yellow drift into ruby tops.
A Nor'easter blew in Saturday.
Gale force wind and rain left a toll.
The current aspect of leaves would make an impressionist proud.
Studying the trees like a painting,
from the outside, huddled in my jacket
Sunday 10/29/2006
3 comments:
Thanks you.
Look at the poetry! I really like "the current aspect of leaves." Neat!
I enjoyed this poem very much, the bright-colored leaves are quickly fading to brown piles on the ground ...
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