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wind hurls leaves at the sun
rusty leaf boats spin downstream
small leaves catch the updrafts as sparrows might
the ash tree stands tall in its nakedness
tattered leaves on a topmost branch frame the glowing sky
one scarlet leaf drifts through the mist
rain imprints maple leaf jigsaws on the step
golden leaves litter the driveway like finches dying
popples unleafed lean into each other
half a leaf smacks the windshield
brittle leaves sound a warning in the woods
leaf clumps hide a mud slick
oak leaves cling
they cling
they cling
© by CJ Muchhala.
Used with the author's permission.
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CJ Muchhala lives in Wisconsin, within walking distance of that Great Lake, Michigan, but in spring and fall you’ll find her in the north woods, where she has seen a bear with four cubs and listened to the music of bullfrogs on the Wisconsin River. CJ's poetry, fiction, and children's stories have been published in a variety of on-line and print journals, in anthologies and art/poetry exhibits, and have been nominated for regional and national awards (even won a few!).
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Dorothy WildhagenD:
Lovely. Thank you.
Posted 11/15/2018 08:20 PM
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Lori Levy:
Love the details in this list poem.
Posted 11/15/2018 07:55 PM
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paradea:
Fall is definitely paying it forward with its random acts of contributing around here. Good poem.
Posted 11/15/2018 09:04 AM
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michael escoubas:
I, too, like to watch small leaves "catch the updraft." Nicely done, CJ.
Posted 11/15/2018 07:58 AM
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Jean :D:
This is such a much better,& more enjoyable "spin", about all those mentioned leaves covering my driveway and patio in my heavily wooded lot. Great title.
Posted 11/15/2018 07:37 AM
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bbatcher:
Each line sounds like a haiku
Posted 11/15/2018 07:26 AM
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Larry Schug:
Each line of this poem suggests a poem of it's own.
Posted 11/15/2018 06:53 AM
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