From dark, wet lawns
the gathered leaves flee
to the gutters, the streets.
They dance in circles
of cinnamon orange
until giddy, they tumble
in sun-dried whorls
eager to catch
the next storm
out of town.
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(c) 1999, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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Nice poem – clever.
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Thanks, Dennis! 🙂
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Oh I really love this!
“The streets dancing in circles of cinnamon orange” What a beautiful image,l and a really clever title too, Love it! This is my kind of poem.
Christine x
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Glad you like it, Christine. It seems we have a similar style – guess we must think alike!
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So lyrical and lilting – love the use of “whorl”!
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Thank you, planaquarium. (It was originally “whirl” but changed it at the last minute. Funny about poetry writing – it never sits still!)
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Great title for this. Love that you are willing to change your work to improve it. I think that’s one of the most elusive things for many writers.
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zumpoems, thank you for all your nice comments on my poetry! (I actually enjoy the process of changing and revising – am seldom satisfied with my poems. Seems they never sit still for long, except for a very few!)
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Like the playfulness in your stuff, a wordsmith but not a bit stuffy about it.
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Thank you again, Doug, for the nice words. (I like that – “not a bit stuffy” 🙂 )
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Melodic dimeter, another fine poem…
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