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Swirling leaves, in myriad hues,
Skitter along on the tattered ground.
I try to watch them, hungry for clues
To their meaning; confusion is all I've found.
Fiery crimson, orange, and yellow,
They leap before me in bonfire blaze.
Their collective rustling infernal bellow
Fills my ears as I wander their maze.
In circles, in spirals, like ember-sparks flying,
Upward they carry my dreams to the sky,
To arrive, merely ashes, the hope they took dying.
To extinguish the burning, I sit down and cry.
Skitter along on the tattered ground.
I try to watch them, hungry for clues
To their meaning; confusion is all I've found.
Fiery crimson, orange, and yellow,
They leap before me in bonfire blaze.
Their collective rustling infernal bellow
Fills my ears as I wander their maze.
In circles, in spirals, like ember-sparks flying,
Upward they carry my dreams to the sky,
To arrive, merely ashes, the hope they took dying.
To extinguish the burning, I sit down and cry.
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I was more careful putting this one together than I've been with a lot of my previous writing. I thought through my choices as I was writing, and took editing more seriously than usual. I was pretty satisfied with it when I posted it, and it's very gratifying to know it was good enough to elicit comment.
It's also giving me a warm fuzzy feeling realizing I have faithful readers, and even more so that some of them know me almost exclusively through my poetry and still read it! I feel like a real writer!
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