Maybe if it drifts Into the open window Summer won’t feel far
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Fly high, dip, dive low Into the eaves and gutters Leave the trees to stretch
Wings fluttering past Orb weavers spinning swiftly Leaves caught tangled fast
By Chelas Montanyeabout a year ago in Poets
Imagination captures the golden moment of balance - sunlight piercing through autumn trees, casting long shadows - illuminating the forest floor. It is the EQUINOX, anchoring the scene, like an invocation of seasonal symmetry.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Deep red leaves swing from side to side, the floating world never stays for long.
By Penning Penumbraabout a year ago in Poets
The warmth of the sun Can make leaves appear to glow With an inner fire.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
The golden leaves descend In crisp air and drifting rain; Nature's tapestry.
The leaves gently blow And leaves drift from the branches, Dance before they fall.
What is algorithm? Why do they change things so much? What is the reason why? **** algorithms laying a foundation for something
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Clinging to the branch Is a golden maple leaf Trembling in the wind.
Wearing disquiet Safety quickly dissipates In the grieved silence K.B. Silver This was written as the fifth in a series; here are the first four:
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Decay never found, a more beautiful body, than the falling leaves.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Poets
