The branches still have leaves
Soon they will fall to the ground, but for the moment they stand tall.
Covered with ruffles and lace. The leaves spin patterns of their own. They are embroidery of the
Finest sort. The trees compete.
My dress is the best. Watch it turn flaming red. silken and soft
The leaves sway in the wind to their own tune.
The tune of the wild.
Soon the grass will turn grey, the bark of the trees will harden with the frost.
Their fine clothes
Will slowly but surely
Fall to to the ground.
Welcome to the Quilt of Dragonflies. Like a quilt, I have a bit of everything...Patterns you may not think would come together until you see them as a patchwork. I attempt to convey my view of the world through daily poems, and sometimes quotes or pictures. Shel Silverstein once wrote, "If you are a dreamer, come in." ~Claire
The Story of my Blog Title
Quilt of Dragonflies- My blog is named that for a reason.I am lucky enough to own a genuine Quilt of Dragonflies, which I am sure brings me good dreams when I sleep beneath it. It was given to me by a friend of my mother's, who handmade the entire thing. Color meets pattern in this fantastic piece of artwork which sits on my bed. Brilliant shades of purple, blue, and green intersperse with tie dye dragonflies. I will not hesitate to call it my inspiration.
Autumn poem sounds lovely
ReplyDeleteI love how you have written that they are undressing.
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