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Autoplay

The wind is a whorl of movement
frisky alongside an ancient trail
marking time on Autumn
leaves once clumped in an estate
of tribal planning -

the wind elevates its myriad
of colours
calico twists and turns
spiraling within a windy velocity

a mighty burst
followed by mini-toreadors
dashing and clashing

snaking rashly between poplars
from one trail to another

until bliss is a windless kiss.

Richard Provencher

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: natural

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Autumn and its colours in Nova Scotia is a feast of pleasure. The Maple trees provide the most varieties, and this poem is about these times I just sit in the forest, observe and appreciate nature.

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Mallika Achuthan Menon 28 August 2014

Your poem is short but cute...Great write.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 28 August 2014

...the wind elevates its myriad of colours.... Wonderful.

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Poems By Richard Provencher