the snows of fall

The blowing snows of fall

Are the most colorful of all.

 

Large flakes of red and yellow

Drift through air oh so mellow

 

Thickly covering the grass so green

Arriving just in time for Halloween.

       

Simon Stargazer III (Oct. ’09) adds, “I was sitting at the dining room table gazing out the window while trying to get into what I was supposed to be doing… paying bills.  But the drifting leaves kept taking my attention away from the pile on the table.  It reminded me of a poem I wrote last winter about the large lazy flakes of snow drifting down during a similar bill- paying session when I also had an attention deficit.   I liked the idea of mounds of red and yellow flakes in the driveway that I didn’t have to shovel!”

* a poem from the Nov/Dec 2009 edition of Ninepatch *

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