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Fall

by Clara Mae Gregory

Little brown leaves,
while surfing the sky,
wither and wander,
crumble and die.
Flecks fall into fallows
as soft rains say goodbye.

10/10/2010

Author's Note: I love this month, October, and this metaphorical poem just popped out of my head...directly-no thinking on it, no revisions.....as is.

Posted on 10/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 Clara Mae Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 10/10/10 at 04:15 PM

I am in love with those first four lines of yours. I understand not wanting to revise poems like this.

Posted by George Hoerner on 10/10/10 at 04:18 PM

Nice write lady.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/31/10 at 12:25 PM

Yep, this is one of my favorite months too. Fall is the poet's season isn't it. So much symbolism - at least to me - as I continue into my autumn years. I like the sky surfing allusion. Nice, Mel.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/01/10 at 03:11 PM

Yes, I too, love those first four lines!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/03/10 at 05:41 PM

I like all six lines Clara....CharMin

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