autumn exhales a deep breath
as feeble leaves lose their grip
whispering sweet farewells
to nurturing limbs
I watch them cradle-rock
to the pulse of Mother Earth’s song
silently sweeping, weeping
but bravely repelling
the magnet of years past
finding new ways to grow
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub.
Write a poem of 44 words not including the title, including the word “magnet”.
De is our host.
A beautiful place to find peace…
This week’s photo challenge is (extra)ordinary, seeing something very common in a whole new light. Although I must have a thousand photos of trees and leaves in Autumn, I think this one has a magical feel to it.
Check out many more interpretations at…
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/extraordinary/
Trees paint on water
Brush strokes under sunlit skies
Nature’s self portraits
Before I die
I want to show all my colours
No secrets concealed
Like a leaf in the sun, aglow
An extension of life
Weightless of all regrets
Reflecting hues and memories
Shades of pain and joy
Tints and tones of all I am
Ready to float freely
For one last dance
With the wind
mishunderstood 