Where Maple Leaves Drift
As I walk a path where maple leaves drift and float,
under a cloudless sky of brilliant blue;
I place many in the pocket of my raincoat,
'till I have umpteen in each faded hue.
Under a cloudless sky of brilliant blue,
I meander in the smell of nature's sweet scent;
'till I have umpteen in each faded hue,
suppose, I should mourn the decay in a lament.
I meander in the smell of nature's sweet scent,
there are tears for such beautiful decay;
suppose, I should mourn the decay in a lament,
I love how God painted each one today.
There are tears for such beautiful decay,
now, raindrops are falling to kiss my waiting lip;
I love how God painted each one today,
and all around me leaves drip, flip and skip.
Now, raindrops are falling to kiss my waiting lip,
I place many in the pocket of my raincoat;
and all around me leaves drip, flip and skip,
as I walk a path where maple leaves drift and float.
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October 3, 2019
Poetry/Pantoum/Where Maple Leaves Drift
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-933-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
NA in the contest, Poet's October Pantoum,
Judged - November 7, 2019
Submitted to the contest, N-A rerun 4
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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