Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
Winters bitter wind Leaves racing by my window Fall’s fleeting color
This is the first draft of my opening paragraph for my NANOWRIMO book (for now.). It helps if you read it in the voice of Stephen Fry or Peter jones (but doesn’t everything.) Edward was an alcoholic, and an ass. He was not an ass because he was an alcoholic, but he was a alcoholic …
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
Searching for insight With my head in the ether In this morning light
The rising tide 