Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Shaggy Fall

Shaggy fall fades
past flame, flutters
untidy across lawns,
flares against low sky.
Winter procrastinates.
Death wears gold, scarlet.
Life shows no hint of green,
pulses unseen from tap root.
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4 comments:

  1. MaryDecember 21, 2011 at 4:46 AM

    Wonderful poem of the season, Victoria. Winter procrastinates....but eventually comes, like death.

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  2. DanielDecember 21, 2011 at 5:58 AM

    :)

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  3. LynneDecember 23, 2011 at 12:12 AM

    pulses unseen from tap root.... unseen but pulsating nonetheless. Beautiful poem of winter, Victoria.

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  4. Judy RoneyJanuary 8, 2012 at 6:04 AM

    I enjoy just hearing the words as I speak your poem, Victoria. That is a feast of itself. Fall is done yet winter procrastinates. What a unique perspecctive of the mingling of seasons.

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