Disappearing leaves
Bare limbs reveal a grey sky
Lost days repeating
Yellowing leaves fall
Glimmering gold in the light
My breath turns to ice
Watching skies turn grey
Wind blown yellow leaves in flight
Gliding in warm doors
Colored leaves shifting
Transforming before my eyes
Falling silently
It is still early
Everything may still change
So, hope is the key
The last lawn mower
To begin hibernation
Roars past my window
New app and new insight into found poetry. I have been searching for found poetry, perhaps too hard, maybe this insight will help me find it.
Betty G
10/8/2013
Searching for insight
With my head in the ether
In this morning light
The rising tide 