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Dancing Leaves

Golden leaves are dancing in the street, happily, for autumn skies don't show that soon, by evening glow, shall be first snow, yet they shall meet decease with glee replete! Merrily they frolic to-and-fro. How do leaves dance so without two feet? Oh, if like the leaves we each could greet our days with zest, death never to foreknow. For Carol Brown's Contest: Leaves, Leaves, Leaves

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Robin Davis

Date: 2/7/2014 8:46:00 AM

Andrea Such a fun and descriptive write. You took me on a journey with these leaves that are free and full of joy. Nicely done Thanks for the wonderful comment on my Drink and Drown poem.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/7/2011 4:09:00 PM

lovely vocabulary in this delightfully refreshing creation Andrea..much success in Carol's contest my friend.. oh the thoughts of Winter making me cringe and quiver..luv..

John Freeman

Date: 10/7/2011 2:52:00 PM

Carol will love it Andre, I'm sure, The best! Agape, Moses

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 10/7/2011 2:15:00 PM

I sure never thought of it this way, I mean wonder how they dance-- really like how you asked that question, Andrea! And yup, how nice it would be to just be able to be happy and not worry sometimes...enjoyed your analogy for leaves here, sweetie :)

Daver Austin

Date: 10/7/2011 11:20:00 AM

I can't imagine what the problem is, Andrea. I suppose it would be nearly impossible for Connie to keep up with all poetry and replies, but when you address something specifically to me......? Change that - the reply should automatically have my PFT address on it. You did say you are getting my poems, right? Beats hell out of me. Love, daver

Jack Horne

Date: 10/7/2011 9:45:00 AM

Yes, indeed - lovely poem with a very valid point, my friend. Many congrats on your wins too, of course : )

Wilma Neels

Date: 10/7/2011 12:29:00 AM

I also want to know how they do it Andrea, when they dance there is some kind of freedom attached to it.. Thought provoking gem for the contest.. Hope you are doing okay.. Love Wilma

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 10/7/2011 12:10:00 AM

Hey there, love this one that seems at first to be all light and air, and then 'leaves' us with a lovely zap of thought (death never to foreknow). I am pretty sure Carol will put this high up there. I would :-) I am thinking about the leaf that won't let go. The opposite of yours. The leaf that holds on for dear life. I'm not certain yet. I am also thinking of how some bushes make me think of the "GREAT I AM"... full of flame... right now I am zonked and hittin' hay. Wanted to say hi- hugscyndi

John Smith

Date: 10/6/2011 11:23:00 PM

What a froliky fun poem; perfectly depicts this time of year.

Russell Sivey

Date: 10/6/2011 11:09:00 PM

Great and superior write Andrea! I really enjoy the fall and you have painted the exact image that is in my head representing the fall!! You will do well in the contest!!

Margaret Foster

Date: 10/6/2011 10:03:00 PM

Bright and breezy, happy and carefree. I see them swirling through your verse. May we all enjoy a bit of zest. take care...Margaret

Black Eyed Susan

Date: 10/6/2011 8:42:00 PM

oh she will love this! dancing leaves sounds so merry. and delightful! a wind swept scene :) p.s. i think i made a mistake entering something angry into her contest. it's almost full now, so no time to change it. maybe next time...did i mention that i have A LOT of angry poems? the # scares me...

Cory Long

Date: 10/6/2011 5:34:00 PM

this is awesome good luck in the contest.. free spirit

Daver Austin

Date: 10/6/2011 5:00:00 PM

I don't know how I could block your hot mail, but, no, I haven't received anything. Keep trying, old friend, even if it is through the soup. Always love to hear from you. Love, daver

Daver Austin

Date: 10/6/2011 4:48:00 PM

The motion here is charming - kind of windblown. Love, daver