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Author Name: Trialfullbore 4 Comments
Date Added: November 13, 2010 13:11:05 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Leaves flutter down, the braches are bare

Winter is coming there’s a chill in the air

Sunrise gets later with each passing day

Mornings are cloudy, cold and grey


Wind stirs yellow leaves on the ground

In to a bush where they form a mound

Where flowers had grown the earth is bare

Gardeners rest from their love affair


Rain lashes down in a profuse torrent

Beckoning winters Acknowledgement

Bare trees sway in timely motion

Whistling through like waves on the ocean



Blue skies in morning frosty and still

 Red breasted robin on my window sill

Feathers fluffed to keep in the heat

Searching around for something to eat




By Alex McEwan 2010




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Comment By: TrialAnn on November 22, 2010 07:29:32 PM Report
I could feel the chill in the air. Nicely done.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 15, 2010 07:56:22 AM Report
Goodness how did I miss very breathless just to read the fall time of the years is my favorite....
.all the changing colors  Your am awesome writer I will return....
Thank you for your kind comment on my humble poems...

Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on November 13, 2010 09:58:19 PM Report
Where do I find this wind of yours?

Wind stirs yellow leaves on the ground

In to a bush where they form a mound

Have you been in my back yard. The wind just scatters mine all over the place and I have to rake them all over again.  Where is this wind of yours?

Where flowers had grown the earth is bare

Gardeners rest from their love affair

You have been in my back yard.  My garden is going to grow bigger next year also.

It doubled its size this year. 


Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on November 13, 2010 02:06:34 PM Report
Alex:  I really enjoyed this --I'm really into Nature and this captured me.   And, thanks for doing something from the Calendar -- always need more input there.


Lady D


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