Monday, April 25, 2011

Free Fall

Days fall by like wild red leaves,
faster than morning, faster than dying.
Days fall by like spring rain,
softer than secrets, softer than tears.
Days fall by like fading light
after days fall by, what secrets night?

6 comments:

  1. I like the repetition in this poem, Peggy, and the question at the end of this poem!

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  2. Sorry, Victoria! Sigh, I realy knew it was yours.....it has been a long day

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  3. Days fall by so quickly, Victoria. You are so right. I love your last line..love the secrets.

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  4. Beautiful, Victoria. It all goes by so quickly, and yes, sometimes softly. Lovely poem.

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  5. Victoria, you never fail to amaze me, beautiful.

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  6. So beautiful Victoria. I like the repetitions and the comparisons. There is a lovely gentleness to this.

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