Friday, October 8, 2010

writing window

windy willows swaying, billowing
outside my writing window
making me wonder

windy willows billowing, cascading
making me wonder
are they weeping

windy willows cascading, sighing
are they weeping
weeping for summer's ending

windy willows sighing, weeping
weeping for summer's ending
golden leaves dying

windy willows weeping, waving
golden leaves dying
regal geese flying

windy willows waving, swaying
regal geese flying
soaring, far far away

Fall blessings, everyone!
Millie Samuelson
www.milliesbooks.org

3 comments:

  1. No comments here so far, but I appreciate the ones on FB. . . :-)

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  2. Hi Millie. I enjoyed the movement of this poem.

    I'm giving a presentation at the library next month on poetry and am always pleased to meet others who enjoy expressing themselves this way. I think of poetry as seperate from my fiction writing although I know it helps me with images. It's refreshing to see it on this blog.

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  3. Thanks, Mary Allen! I'm so glad you caught the movement of the willow branches, etc, and ultimately of life. . . :-)

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