Adeline Foster

Rookie - 483 Points (Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

.leave Leaves - Poem by Adeline Foster

A wind bespoke the silent morn
And shuddered trees that stood half shorn,
So all the leaves came tumbling down
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Comments about .leave Leaves by Adeline Foster

  • Silver Star - 3,073 Points Clarence Prince (5/29/2014 11:41:00 AM)

    Beautiful are leaves, but when they are falling, it just work! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,795 Points Mihaela Pirjol (5/27/2014 3:20:00 AM)

    I love this great poem, rich with imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,547 Points Lee Mack (12/27/2013 8:35:00 PM)

    great and lucid too (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,653 Points Patricia Grantham (12/17/2013 1:04:00 PM)

    Sometimes I would like to leave the leaves alone and enjoy the beauty of
    the different colors that makes for a good blend. But then sad to say it
    eventuall becomes a thick carpet and just as you say work, work, work! . And then
    it's time to get out the rake, rake, rake. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,904 Points Khairul Ahsan (11/25/2013 3:50:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem.10/10.
    My instant feelings:
    'Oh fallen leaves! I belong to thee.
    Days come, days go,
    I feel her breath,
    In the light Autumn breeze,
    And wait, to join her,
    And thee.' (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,966 Points Smoky Hoss (10/16/2013 9:54:00 AM)

    A moment of magical mystery to save in the memory... (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,727 Points Lorraine Colon (9/21/2013 6:40:00 PM)

    I enjoyed your poem, Adeline. If only we could command the leaves to leave! They are beautiful, but oh, so much work. They are already falling here in Missouri, but I get them with the lawnmower. But when they start coming down seriously, that's another story. Time to get out the rake. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 13 Points Whisperkwane Lamb (9/18/2013 5:26:00 AM)

    carpet at my home...I adored those little squirrels as my grandkids...and then the work...with love...I love the way
    you looked backed as if...i look in the front or livingroom at the children playing...and then they are gone...no more hurrying little feet cheerful and colorful views...thank you for my seeing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 368 Points Diana Van Den Berg (9/16/2013 3:25:00 AM)

    I lost myself in the magical beauty of this, and related to it, so completely, with two minor exceptions - those being that I love working in my garden, and that I don’t rake up leaves because my garden is (literally) a small indigenous forest in South Africa, and fallen leaves form its rich living carpet and nourish the soil. My back garden (not forested) has a lawn and only 3 trees, one dead, and the two living ones which are not deciduous (as few are in Durban – our winters are not cold enough) and so few leaves fall – but even those, I don’t rake, and one being an Aloe bainsii (a tree aloe) , its leaves are huge and so I eventually do pick them up and take them away, with sadness.

    I adored those little squirrels you “saw” – we don’t have any here, except in the Southwest Cape, a corner of the country far away from where I live, and by strange co-incidence, my manfriend (in the USA) recently sent me a photo of two in his garden.

    You rhyme with excellence, as few do in current times. I will, when time allows, and sometimes, when it doesn’t, be reading more of your poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 822 Points Mary Forrester (9/14/2013 10:47:00 AM)

    Oh such an absolutely beautiful poem, I so much enjoyed reading it.
    Thank you. (Report) Reply








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