Looking out
my eyes scan the panoramic views.
I see you holding up the tree tops
creating islands in your mist.
The streaming yellow glow
as the light cuts you and crinkles my temples.
Burning your cottony color
you churn as I wind down the road
through the clouds of fall mornings.
Leaf puddles splatter and swirl.
I watch the waves of you roll by
as my day begins and you wisp away.
I hope everyone has a peaceful Poetry Friday.
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Friday, September 28, 2012
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Frederick's Words
Come share other poets or your own words at Random Noodling on this Poetry Friday.
"Who scatters snowflakes? Who melts the ice?
Who spoils the weather? Who makes it nice?
Who grows the four-leaf clovers in June?
Who dims the daylight? Who lights the moon?
Four little field mice who live in the sky.
Four little field mice . . . like you and I.
One is the Springmouse who turns on the showers.
Then comes the Summer who paints in the flowers.
The Fallmouse is next with walnuts and wheat.
And Winter is last . . . with little cold feet.
Aren't we lucky the seasons are four?
Think of a year with one less . . . or one more!"
Leo Lionni has many other stories. You can check out books, videos and biographical information told by Leo himself at Random House.
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