Autumn's Last Leaf

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Today's poem is brought to you by the letter F!

 

 

Hanging on in there

From green to golden red

Delicately fixed

By an axil thread

Then freed of

This fusion

By a forceful breeze

Moment  arrived

To flee from

It's tree

Fluttering past

Admiring glances

The final show

So now it 

Dances

Then falls to

The ground

Having proved

All it's worth

Autumn's last leaf

Returns to

The earth

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Nigel Astell

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 17:09

Dancing with the leaves
golden oldies playing non-stop.

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Don Matthews

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 14:08

Very nice Ruth....

This ditty is brought to you by the letter F (if the writer can think of enough nice F words)

I'm a little F word
Not that F-ing word
I'm sweet and pure an innocent
I Flit in sky like Flird

(How'my doing?...not heard of a flird?...neither have I)

I Flitter round the Fir tree
Where can I rest my Feet?
I've Found a little Foothold
I'm F word, what a Feat

(Worthy of POTW?)....😎



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Hugh

Mon 23rd Sep 2019 14:02

A tree was enjoying a day with his forest friends,
But a strong wind builds up and his good day ends
All his leaves are blown off and he's left sad.
Naked with no leaves he feels leafless and bad.
He runs away from the forest and grieves.
His friends were distraught ,"He was absent without leaves."

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