Edited
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Shades
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Shades of green with blue and gold
Block out more than half the sky ~
Magnificent trees, some young, some old,
With leaves that whisper in the breeze.
They sway, they bounce, they flounce,
Coquettish moods become apparent,
But then again they can be fierce
And whip themselves into a fury.
Sheltering birds take fright, take flight
Away from these bad tempered giants
Whose harbour was no longer offered,
Whose comfort was no longer proffered.
However, with the passing of the storm
I looked up at the leaves of varied hue,
At the sky of palest blue, and was
Surprised
To find
A passing bird spit in my eye!
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Image and poetry: ©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2013 08:15
05/11/2013 at 10:46 am
Surprise ending!
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05/11/2013 at 2:59 pm
O_# oops!
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05/11/2013 at 3:44 pm
ha. makes you not want to look up but then imagine what you might miss. the end made me laugh…ha at least it was only spit
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05/11/2013 at 5:26 pm
Damn! colonialist pinched my comment already. 🙂
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05/11/2013 at 8:45 pm
All was magnificent until…
blessings ~ maxi
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