Autumn dreamA Poem by DoveCreated from an experience I had while walking in the woods."October Dream" The wind called to the
leaves one day Come with me and fly
I'll carry you away
from here on gusts to Father Sky Release your clinging
hold for your time here now is done We can ride the evenings
breezes and greet the morning sun Cotton candy clouds so
still will let us rest awhile And then we"ll fall
and drift and bounce then onward for a mile Come crimson maples,
golden oaks, come cypress, birch and elm One last dance before
you fall into another realm I am the force to lift
you high and whirl you through the night So answer my blustery
call and let us take to flight Some of you will find
your end in nests for winter birds And some in burrows in
the ground for creatures without words Soon icy crystals will
form into flakes and fall to Earth below Where you"ll stay
forever more 'neath frozen blankets of snow The leaves softly
whispered back into the winds ear Yes take us with you,
take us far away from here We want to feel the
uplifting rush and freedom in the air To dance the last few
days away with style and grace and flare So the wind did take
them in a flash and gave them such delight That I heard the leaves whispering a song as they passed my
ear tonight "We were tiny little buds last spring then grew to give you
shade We helped you breathe and kept you cool while you walked in
your parade" I started to write
down what I heard and what I thought I didn't see But the wind and the leaves which are part of this life then
played a trick on me "Now that wind has helped us fly we'll give you one last look" Then the leaves sailed swiftly upwards with the pages from
my book JoAnna Negron aka Dove © 2007 All rights reserved
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Added on March 20, 2008Last Updated on December 2, 2008 AuthorDoveNew York, NYAboutI live in New York, I am married with two children and 1 fur baby. I am a writer, as yet not published but a writer never the less. I write mostly poetry and short stories, I am a quarter of the way f.. more..Writing
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