Raining leaves falling far from half bear trees
rustling swirling with every well mannered breeze
a brief introducing from a hungry squirrel
playing conkers on the ground
running quickly hiding from the trodden twig sound
natures beauty still attractive
smell of wood fire on cue
withering though soulful
lapping the last rays of the sun
as the lady birds lazily do
swings push happiness children laughing
in their fun
dogs greeting with nose to bum
I think of the talks, walks, love and romance
In this scene of Gods peace I realise already we've
had summers last dance.
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I like the image!
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There is no summer’s last dance in South Florida where I live. It’s 85 degrees in February.
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Summer’s Last Dance indeed. We hardly had one at all here and it is gone. Oh, well…..
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Maybe next year. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poem wishing you a sunny autumn day.
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Beautiful use of imagery.
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thank you. i look forward to reading your work
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your welcome. Would love to know your feedback 🤗
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Nice poetry !🤝
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Loved the poetry
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thank you that truly means a lot. i look forward to reading more of your work
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Sure. Please leave your feedback😊
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Thank a lot that means so much to me
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You have captured how it feels to say good bye to summer. This poem has a solemn note to it as though we can feel the season leave. You have a way of writing. God Bless You.
Julia
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Thank you Julia. Blessings to you also
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Than you Julia
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Majestic work….loved the imagery
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thank you much appreciated
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