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November
by Delilah CoyneTwisting perilously in the biting wind
the last golden leaf clings
to a barren branch.
A forceful gust
pulls the leaf from it's pointed twig.
It waves goodbye
as it spins, helter skelter,
to the ground.
Lost among so many harvest-colored leaves,
cartwheeling in the wind. 11/13/2006 Author's Note: I'm noticing a trend in my poetry. I love to describe Autumn.
Posted on 11/13/2006
Copyright © 2025 Delilah Coyne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Butcher on 11/13/06 at 09:22 PM this is a very well written poem. i like it, a lot. pretty. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 11/16/06 at 04:40 AM what an amazing piece! i love autumn, there is so much to describe and you did it perfectly! |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/06/07 at 01:51 AM Autumn is a great theme; adept treatment in this piece. Nice job. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/12/09 at 08:53 PM my favorite season....very nice |
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