winns angels: sometimes my dance with autumn

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

sometimes my dance with autumn

stanza 7

I look up

see the path
which seems to beckon

I hesitate
one moment
only

then

a couple of skips

as the dance
continues

flowing

dramatic

encompassed
in grandeur

suddenly

stanza 1
stanza 2
stanza 3
stanza 4
stanza 5
stanza 6
SAD

2 comments:

Heather Foust said...: Beautiful photo and poem. Loved it.; November 24, 2010 at 4:55 PM
winnsangels said...: Thanks Heather. One more stanza to come.; November 24, 2010 at 5:15 PM

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