It is that time of year again. sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy , getting colder and yards full of leaves. I wrote this one a while back'

Early Fall

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Adorning royalties' green

A golden crown did shimmer

At mornings first light

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With dew frosting for a robe

Vapor ghosting past root and leaf

Morning shadows stripping warmth

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Summers' mantle soon closeted

Fleeting omens of winters' wakening

Flowers perfume sweetened one last time

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Harvested fruit stored in nest

Spiders last web in farmers cut field

Snaring only mornings frost

ccd

Once a week I will be placing a poem on this page. I will start with this request, then I will post a poem written by me from when I started. You will see if I have gotten better or worse. sometimes I may post a poem From deceased poets I find I like

Little Dancer

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Beneath thy feet

on

Wooden stage

Do you feel the story?

Can you feel the song?

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On summers day

Before loggers came

By Mountain valley

I once stood

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From cold sleep of winter

To sun soaked days of summer

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Angelic hymns

On morning breeze

Morning birds' flutiest breath

Graced my crown

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Laves upturned to coming rain

Brushed by drummers whisk

Or Kettles thunder

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Swaying, twisting, bowing

Valley flowers

Flow to the dance

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Running brook tripping

Over bedded stone

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Little Dancer

Light of foot

'Till curtain falls Dance my memories

Dance my dreams

..... ccd 2009

OK, it is Saturday nite. It was good to go out for dinner with Kimberly and Ashley , then take in some improv at the local theater for amature talent. The show was based on the TV sitcom ...Whos Line is it Anyway

well this is new for me so hi ya'll welcome to me and my rantings or weirdness