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The fleeing clouds have cleansed the tawny earthen meadows Migrating sun doth steal away waning light of summer’s glee High atop fir boughs bow in wind whispered homage To the sapience the coloured leaves hath gleaned The sweet scent of auburn brindled pinecone clusters Ooze of  glistening pitchy resinous fruit Sticky figured squirrels chatter while they gather, Stashing a survival cache of acorns and spinner seeds, For another moment in sleepy winter tide dreams A swirling eddy of spiraling leaves whirl beneath the tall timber Fluttering gracefully with a gravity only falling leaves embolden Enchanting like the evanescent timbre poignant piano notes decay Writhing silent as summer Jasmine’s fragrant final bloom Dandelion wishes soaring higher to kiss the fleeting winged skies Lazily adrift up and over Cascade Mountain Crest Fuzzy treetop flyers ascending far beyond darting dragonflies below The sliver of golden harvest moon’s blossom aglow ,… While wishing upon a shooting star's paling gleams Serendipity sown about whimsically in the blustery wind For to sow the will of untamed heart’s desires                                     A festive troop of Chickadees clinging like tiny acrobats Foraging on ripened ginger hued fir-cone seeds Wings to the sky wave goodbye to the deciduous cadence Softly wafting with a pungent Lavender potion scented breeze There is a secret place where memories go to hide deeply alive Amongst the wild wood and impending leafless trees, The only place on earth I've ever understood a sense of belonging Where Autumn coloured leaves whisper in the gentle breeze ,…                   “I would do it all over again” Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down                       © ... September 15th, 2016
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down
The fleeing clouds have cleansed the tawny earthen meadows Migrating sun doth steal away waning light of summer’s glee High atop fir boughs bow in wind whispered homage To the sapience the coloured leaves hath gleaned The sweet scent of auburn brindled pinecone clusters Ooze of  glistening pitchy resinous fruit Sticky figured squirrels chatter while they gather, Stashing a survival cache of acorns and spinner seeds, For another moment in sleepy winter tide dreams A swirling eddy of spiraling leaves whirl beneath the tall timber Fluttering gracefully with a gravity only falling leaves embolden Enchanting like the evanescent timbre poignant piano notes decay Writhing silent as summer Jasmine’s fragrant final bloom Dandelion wishes soaring higher to kiss the fleeting winged skies Lazily adrift up and over Cascade Mountain Crest Fuzzy treetop flyers ascending far beyond darting dragonflies below The sliver of golden harvest moon’s blossom aglow ,… While wishing upon a shooting star's paling gleams Serendipity sown about whimsically in the blustery wind For to sow the will of untamed heart’s desires                                     A festive troop of Chickadees clinging like tiny acrobats Foraging on ripened ginger hued fir-cone seeds Wings to the sky wave goodbye to the deciduous cadence Softly wafting with a pungent Lavender potion scented breeze There is a secret place where memories go to hide deeply alive Amongst the wild wood and impending leafless trees, The only place on earth I've ever understood a sense of belonging Where Autumn coloured leaves whisper in the gentle breeze ,…                   “I would do it all over again” Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down                       © ... September 15th, 2016
if … we will be remembered by our poetry; It would be my hope to be recollected for an intimately personal love and respect of all creation Although there has not always been an emboldened sense of belonging with others, I have come to understand I've always belonged to the untamed wilderness of myself, still understanding that love is the eternal purpose I'll strive ― Sometimes we sense that we feel too much Being highly sensitive is not an imperfection but a gift - - not a misunderstood, stigmatized, dark & broken star befallen a Sky full of Stars always believe a poem can make a difference -- even if it is only a difference within you-- rivers Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down Written by: h.a. rivers
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M/Edge of the woods
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
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