Crunch, beneath my feet,
Splinters ,
Red and gold and brown,
Rich colours sharp as glass,
Now crushed with jagged points
Daggers drawing blood.
“Give me the Spring” I pleaded,
“Just the Spring,
And then do what you will.”
Crunch, beneath my feet,
Splinters ,
Red and gold and brown,
Rich colours sharp as glass,
Now crushed with jagged points
Daggers drawing blood.
“Give me the Spring” I pleaded,
“Just the Spring,
And then do what you will.”
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I remember as a kid loving to jump in the pile of leaves until once I got a slug on me and never did it again. Now I will only touch the leaves with a rake or the leaf blower and some good gloves if they have to be picked up. You never know whats hiding.
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Lorraine this one is so good – the imagery is outstanding!!
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This is a powerful poem pack with meaning Lorraine
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vivid imagery Lorraine, lovely!
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