do leaves mourn their neighbors
as passions flame out?
scarlet breathes last to rust
wail o’er skeletal plummet
crumbled to prickly dust
or do they celebrate leafy passings?
dance a fluttering jig
as they scuttle limb
flutter earthward fancy
meet crunching destiny
I hear matrilineal whispers
rising amongst wooded footfalls
do autumnal spirits howl
as harvest
Read more of Aurora Phoenix’s writing at Insights from “Inside”
Brave & Reckless 
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Falling, or dancing?
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Thank you!
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Wonderful and artistic use of words, my friend. I really enjoy your poetry.
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Thank you! I appreciate it
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I love this! Stunning imagery and language from that first line
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Thank you!
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I love this. Great imagery.
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