Barbara Gorelick Poet Verse

Drifting - End Line Word Contest

The days grow short as if to welcome…….. Autumn
Colored days, a feast of red and golden.....Leaves
From tired branches they drop and slowly...Drift 
Tenderly tossed by winds they dance………..Across
The garden path and rustle beneath…………My
Feet.  Summer gone, and with it your ……..Broken
Promises. Left now with just an empty…… Heart

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Paul Callus September 26, 2015 at 4:36 PM You have done this end line form beautifully and cleverly, Barbara! I love it! I can foresee a sure winner:) // paul

Emile Pinet September 25, 2015 at 9:37 AM Very well put with easy flow rhythm and impeccable imagery. Emile.

Michael Tor September 23, 2015 at 9:40 PM Barbara this is so sad and special. Tying in Autumn with a broken heart. I really love what you did here. Good luck! Barbara Gorelick September 23, 2015 at 10:08 PM thank you so much Michael...appreciate your stopping by.Barbara