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November

Red plimsolls, step outside.

 

Gold, green, auburn and burgundy

permeate pavements, walls.

 

Palms, fingers – caress Magnus the cat: His eyes smoulder.

 

Squirrels forage, tails like ships

in a whirlpool of leaves.

 

Black and white collie scarpers past

trees splutter.

 

Red plimsoll’s step inside

They Squelch. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dali

Sat 13th Nov 2010 08:31

Hi Belinda, just searched for 'November' and found this. I really like it, so nice, true and dynamic. It took me on a journey, just like this year's November did..Dali

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Jeff Dawson

Tue 8th Dec 2009 23:00

Hi Belinda, nice little poem here, might see you at wigan again! Jeff X

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winston plowes

Mon 16th Nov 2009 15:06

Hi Belinda
Liked your Red Plimsoll autumnal snap shot. Keep postingWinston

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