I watch last year’s
Amber leaf travel
All by itself,
In from the bay.
Across the bridge,
Turning right by the
Bonfire pilings.
Then up onto
The hard stones
Skittering left.
Now straight across
The road changing
Its mind halfway.
Chicken? Back again
To pause
Looking left and right.
An obedient child.
Going home.
Nice, clear image. It's a piece that I read over and enjoyed as much the second time as the first.
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ReplyDeleteA lovely description. I'm always fascinated by drifting leaves, following their meanderings as the wind blows them this way and that.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery WWW!
ReplyDeleteAm catching up on posts. Had to stop myself from licking the screen on the previous one. YUM!!
such a delightful mind picture!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, WWW. It has the same delicate buoyancy as its subject. I think that wherever last year's amber leaf happens to be, there it is and there it's supposed to be.
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