THE EARTH AS SHE GOES TO SLEEP (A Quadrille)

 

FallWhen the trees are bare

and leaves carpet the ground

when the sun dims

and cold grips your hand

when the wind whistles

and birdwings flap away

don’t mourn

nor drift about

like a piteous sigh

wait patiently

I’ll wake up, by and by.

~~~

Whimsygizmo wants the Pub Habitues to use "Leaves" for DVerse Quadrille # 15.  A Quadrille is a poem with 44 words.
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18 comments

  1. oh autumn is already knocking at the door – i wanna hold summer a bit longer though – there’s a certain sadness in your words but also a beautiful hope

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