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,