Bette Bavington Poet Rhyme

The Cycle

Bewildering 
Yet, astonishing 
Is how the leaves are emblazoning
With such stunning 
Coloring.
They are capturing
The essence of fall. As the wind is blowing 
Through the trees it's whispering
To the leaves it's time to fall. The uncloaking
Begins in a swirling,
Twirling,
And floating
Dance which is denuding.
It shows the webbing
Of spindly long thin wooden extensions exposing
The interior making 
It the exterior while comprehending
That when the tree awakens from sleeping
Which is impending.
It will be nurturing
Up new growth revealing
Again the resurrecting
Of something
Totally amazing.

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Chris Green June 30, 2017 at 8:18 PM Mesmerizing, emphasis on the ing. :) This was really creative Bette. I like your style here, very refreshing. Bette Bavington July 1, 2017 at 11:22 AM Thank you.

Daniel Turner June 30, 2017 at 8:06 PM My favorite times of the year, autumn and spring:) Beautiful thoughts make for lovely poetry, Mrs Bette:) Well done. Bette Bavington July 1, 2017 at 11:22 AM Thank you.