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as I silently watched the sly squirrels.
Playing chase, they chidingly chattered,
running rampantly as they scattered
pinecones from tall cedar's limbs,
the falling seeds of not yet kin.
They tumbled into fields of flecks
of reds and orange leaf crumbled lakes
all strewn with cold ashen gold
where nestled deep they grab and hold
and lay beneath earth's blanket floor
to sleep evergreen dreams a season more.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-11-07 at 19:18
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A Season More
A cirrus sundown was shrouded in whorlsas I silently watched the sly squirrels.
Playing chase, they chidingly chattered,
running rampantly as they scattered
pinecones from tall cedar's limbs,
the falling seeds of not yet kin.
They tumbled into fields of flecks
of reds and orange leaf crumbled lakes
all strewn with cold ashen gold
where nestled deep they grab and hold
and lay beneath earth's blanket floor
to sleep evergreen dreams a season more.
Poetry by melanie sue
Read 679 times
Written on 2009-11-07 at 19:18
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