Tuesday, 18 October 2011

50 Word Challenge for Grown Ups


 This week's challenge is for 50 words added to ... the autumn leaves... I decided to go with verse, not a genre with which I feel particularly comfortable. Here is my effort anyway.




Through my eyes.

The autumn leaves swirl, gyrate
as if in a death dance.                                                              
Slowly a pearly white presence
 eases through the collected remains
of countless year's dancers.       

As diamonds, strung on gossamer thread
 the tiny beads of icy dew,
await the tentative warming
of the rising sun.

In all this glorious beauty,
I walk on,
entranced.