trees shedding tippets
crackling spread underfoot
adorn the ground
trees shedding tippets
turning in
season’s long sleep
crackling spread underfoot
awaits winter’s white blanket
foliaged berth
adorn the ground
making way for winter,
different shades of brown
© Tournesol ’15
I don’t know what a tippet is but you make sound like something I need to investigate! I love the word’s sound and how you wove it through your poems. I also love that your site is snowing. It’s a great touch.
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Thanks so much, Melinda, for your lovely comment. Yes, I think we need to accept the fact that snow is coming soon…last week’s first thin blanket was our warning:)
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I enjoyed your beautiful cascade.
Marie
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Thanks so much, Marie, I’m pleased:)
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What a lovely poem. I enjoyed the flowing together and apart of the form and the imagery.
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Thanks so much, my dear, and today it rained just to make those lovely crunchy leaves get all slippery and mucky 😦 times like this I do prefer snow.
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Yes. Up in the great north woods, the leaves could become as slippery as ice.
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Beautiful frosty imagery.
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Thanks, I think I am trying to psyche myself into accepting l’inévitable.
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