Red – August 14, 2019

Doree nature, poetry September 11, 2019 1 Minute

A funny little dance

As I watch by chance

Bouncing and flirting

To down right deserting

Spastically Slapping

And taking their bows

Staring

out my back windows.

Between each slat

The branches do play

The leaves maroon and cold

The sun kissed tint of red, bold.

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Published September 11, 2019

short-prose-fiction says:

September 11, 2019 at 1:47 pm

Beautiful
The leaves maroon and cold
The sun kissed tint of red, bold.

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1. Doree says:
  
  September 11, 2019 at 1:48 pm
  
  Thank you so much ☺️!
  
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  1. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    September 11, 2019 at 1:49 pm
    
    My pleasure
    xoxo
    
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masercot says:

September 11, 2019 at 3:08 pm

Nice rhythm to that one…

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1. Doree says:
  
  September 11, 2019 at 3:34 pm
  
  Oh, thanks so much :)!
  
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