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PoetryThe gypsy-like leaves
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Summary:
One more old one.
They flee and fly like jostling birds –
or gray moths ’round a light.
They pirouette in lazy rings –
while frolicking in flight.
Like gypsies, leaves will soon depart
with tender thoughts for wind
Soon to sweep and persevere –
in lives undisciplined.
Some will scurry in their haste
to pester pine trees praying.
Then, they’ll sit, for just a bit –
In fields where I was laying.
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That’s very good Tim….very good
Thanks very much, Peter.
Beautifully penned, Tim. Sensational imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much, Damian. 🙂
hi dearest Tim I loved the imagery ❤️
Thank you, crimsin.
I like how the poem captures the restless, whimsical dance of leaves…it’s vivid and alive. I feel a shiver reading it, both from its beauty and the fluttering imagery– of moths (which terrifies me! Lol ), yet it’s utterly stunning. The gentle, swirling cadence and the soft rhymes make the poem feel as airy and unpredictable as the leaves themselves, perfectly echoing their flight.
Thanks so much for a great review, Romaj. 🙂
The dance of the leaves as they pirouette to the ground is such a welcomed sight to see. Beautiful capture of such a wonder of nature. Good to see you here, Tim!
Thanks Kelly. 🙂