Windy Day 08/07/2014 by adeeyoyo 9 Comments . Swirling, curling, the wind Blew leaves from cracks And crevices hidden from Our eyes – surprise, surprise! We who thought it cleanly swept Since the last leaves had left Tree branches bare, bereft Of foliage, now find dried leaves, Sun-fried to a crisp, strewn Confetti-style across the lawn. . ©Denise G Allen, 08 July 2014 12:03 Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: adeeyoyo I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
08/07/2014 at 12:24 pm
Your descriptions are so complete that I can picture each phrase in my mind. Well done.
08/07/2014 at 12:42 pm
Now this sounds as though you stood and watched out a window in our house… beautifully described in poetic form… brilliant…
08/07/2014 at 1:37 pm
Beautifully descriptive poem, adee. It really feels like winter here today, and it certainly is windy. 🙂
08/07/2014 at 3:06 pm
sounds like late autumn to me…here it is so hot and dry everything is crunchy and crisp…i wont have to cut the grass this week…if i did it would scorch it….
09/07/2014 at 11:40 am
I can both see and hear. Nice work.
09/07/2014 at 1:15 pm
blessings ~ maxi
09/07/2014 at 3:55 pm
Our work of sweeping is never over.
12/07/2014 at 2:53 am
Lovey images in this delightful poem.
14/07/2014 at 10:08 pm
I can’t wait for spring to arrive in all its splendour!! Great poem Adee