The wind is a tangle
of leaves
once clinging
comfortably
among the maples
unmasked
during autumn’s ritual
where countless
curlicues
are in carefree
descent
a flotilla
of curled-up edges
layered
in calico shades
preening
beneath a golden sun
orange, reddish-hue
and yellow tinge.
From lofty
spires to natural
journeys
below
leafy dances
in lingering trembles.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
skinner_jennifer | May 26, 2011 - 09:13
Hello Richard,
this poem sent shivers through me, so descriptive
and so beautiful. You certainly have a way with
words.
Thankyou for another incredible read.
Jenny.
seashore | May 26, 2011 - 10:47
Beautiful
Richard L. Prov... | May 29, 2011 - 20:45
Thank you Jenny. Autumn is my favourite season, carefree, colourful and mysterious. RLP
Richard L. Prov... | May 29, 2011 - 20:48
And thank you too, Seashore. Nature has always intrigue me, with its natural dance among my thoughts, skillfully weaving through my emotions. Sharing these feelings through the written (typed) word is a blessing. RLP
Nathan Bednarek | May 29, 2011 - 23:45
Amazing. Just another poem that shows how skilled you are in this art. The movement of words is mesmerising in this piece and I am constantly in awe of your ability to write such good poetry with just a few words. Well done.
Nathan.