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The Spirits of Autumn

The leaves are woven 
    into a colorful tapestry 
        by the spirits of autumn.
            Sundown brings cold air, frost, 
                and memories of campfires 
                    from when I was young.
                        Geese call from dark skies
                            and tell me of their loneliness.
                                I tell them I have friends, 
                                    near by... and far away.
                                        But the geese ignore me 
                                            and keep on calling
                                                And their cries follow them 
                                                    into the night.

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Debbie Guzzi February 17, 2009 at 5:44 AM and their cries follow me into the night..would bring the reader back into the drama..instead of leaving him/her as the observer. Love it. Debbie

Joyce Johnson February 8, 2009 at 10:58 PM Very nostalgic James and the placement reminds me of a flock of geese taking off following the leader. Thank you for your comments on my poem. Joyce

Michael Degenhardt February 5, 2009 at 7:25 AM This reminds me of a feather or the wings of the geese. Love the images you create xhere for this read and the form is lovely. Michael