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Time to go
by April StaleRustic reds
Burnt oranges
Golden yellows
I wait for these leaves every year
They come alive
Swirling into a seductive dance
Thats when I know its time to go
I follow the curves
Farther away from where I’m from
Take me to somewhere I’ve never been
The trees wave goodbye
They are in tune with the piano
The violin cries out
It knows the truth of my soul
And plays its song
My hair plays with the wind
Old friends
And the clouds have made a picture
That’s just for me
10/25/2017 Posted on 10/25/2017
Copyright © 2024 April Stale
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/26/17 at 01:20 AM My favourite time of year nicely captured, April. As a life long cloud watcher, loved the ending. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/28/17 at 09:29 PM And you have given it to the rest of us. Thanks g. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 11/09/17 at 11:37 AM I love the changing of season you've presented. Your words bring fall to my mind and allowed me a few moments once again. Alas for me in the desert the only real change is after the rains.Thank you for taking me to that place. Well done, well said. --bf |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 11/13/17 at 07:46 PM lovely and evocative. captures the beautiful loneliness of autumn; that feeling of the world containing so many other places to be. |
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