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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 24, 2013 22:03:55 GMT
The leaves soon will be covered with snow, but dry leaves are so beautiful. The weekly theme therefore is:
A dry leaf
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Post by doreen23 on Nov 25, 2013 9:54:14 GMT
When all the trees are bare
The dry leaves hide the ground
Rustling as they fall
What a moanful sound
yet they dance and float
Up and down the street
And in the woods they gather
as they rustle beneath our feet
floating, swirling to the earth
yellow, brown and red
Leaves now lay still, so lifeless
For they are all tucked up in bed
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 28, 2013 21:30:18 GMT
Lovely to see you back Doreen and enjoying your leaf-poem, thank you.
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 28, 2013 21:30:38 GMT
A dry leaf
The Autumn leaves now fallen to the ground
A carpet to our steps gives a crispy sound.
Soon Winter will make them turn all same brown
And the crisp of frost will show us a frown.
East wind’s breath will wrap the trees in hoar
Only short moments we walk out the door,
The dry leaves get soaked, in mud and snow lay,
Nobody now kicking them up in fun play.
There was this special crimson Maple leaf,
It attracted my eyes and with relief
I collected it before it was killed,
Its shape was just perfect and I so thrilled.
Carefully bedded between blotting sheets,
Pressed by a thick book, life admits defeat.
It keeps the purple colour, the fine shape too
And is my pride of bookmark, forever ‘new’.
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Post by puddles on Dec 1, 2013 14:13:16 GMT
A Dry Leaf
A dry leaf floats to the ground
from high above a branch from the tree
blown by the north winds that pound
A resilience which comes with a plea
Letting one know not all is forsaken
come springtime a rebirth will turn
when the branches will soon awaken
giving a beauty not to be spurned
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Post by william on Dec 1, 2013 17:41:13 GMT
A dry leaf
go in the pot
and then I get
a nice cup of tea!
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