Saturday, November 01, 2008

Colorful Rags

That gypsy wind likes to dress in colorful rags
so she strips them off the trees by handfuls
and spins around, throwing them everywhere
leaving our street piled high in gold coins,
purple-russet flags and orange embers.

Poor wind, you'll dance naked all winter
when the brown ice-dripping branches are as bare
as shelves after a store-closing sale.
Poor wind, can't you save a few leaves now?
"No, dear, I've left them for you."

Collection available! Knocking from Inside

8 comments:

earthlingorgeous said...

Nice! You are a very talented poet! Great post and nice take on the colorful theme. Mine is here.

Anonymous said...

Our colorful leaves are falling to the ground here. Very nicely done.


My Colorful Contribution.

Linda said...

What a lovely poem - great imagery!

My coloful post is leaf-related, too though with pictures rather than words.

Sherry Lewis said...

Love the poem. You're very talented.

Durward Discussion said...

Beautiful, appropriate poem for the colorful strip tease fall does every year.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful images! You're very talented, wordsmith!

Unknown said...

This is a very wonderful post, well written poem. Way to go.

Alice at I Was Born2Cree8

Anonymous said...

Woofenderful poem 'bout color and fall. I like it.

Reba @ Reba’s Run