The leaves shutter
and loosed from
their mother limbs
float gracefully
downward,
letting go
of their life
The Aspen tree
poses
in her silver
undergarments
a stripper
tossing shapley
good-byes
A few leaves
dangle like earings
on the Maple
whispering
secrets to
those who
happen by
laying carpet
before
disintegrating
into the earth
to nurture
replenish
Quietly they
drift
departing
in grace
Sensual, profound, poetic. And the part that keeps getting me Rozie? You were this good thirty years ago.
ReplyDeleteYou give Nature a beautiful voice.
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Michael, thank you very much. I love to express in poetry.
ReplyDeleteMaria, I love Nature so much and try to do it justice with some words.
The Aspen tree is a stripper tossing her shapely silver undergarments around??? Clearly, I need to spend more time in nature! I LOVE your poetry.
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