Autumn Chores

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Tue, 11/11/2014 - 22:16

Lunge
Slide
Join

I lunge towards those red and gold--
The corpses of those leaves so old
As I lunge, my pink shoe peeks
Playing peek-a-boo with spiky green.

I slide and pull those sticky leaves
Off the mattress of spiky green
Crunching, crackling towards me
Still I glide ‘till a pile I see.

They join together; for I am told:
For as boy meets girl; red meets gold.
Swish-tish, swish-tish – ah, that sound!
Surely soon, will they all become one.

And as I continue to sweep,
With thoughts my mind also sweeps
Of how my God made all these--
Millions and millions - with ease.

Author's age when written
15
Genre
Poetry
Tags
creation
fall
raking leaves
Notes

Truly inspired.

Comments

E

Tue, 11/11/2014 - 22:26

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This is lovely! Such a happy rhythm. I could have done without the bolding of the words, but overall this was very nicely constructed. :)

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Sarah Anne

Wed, 11/12/2014 - 06:58

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Wow! How beautiful, Megan!! I love this! :-)

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths

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Maddi

Thu, 11/13/2014 - 20:29

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You finally posted! :)
This is lovely, and I can see how inspired it was.
"For as boy meets girl; red meets gold."

I just love that ''red and gold'' picture in my mind :)

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Lucy Anne

Fri, 11/14/2014 - 16:54

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Thank you for both of your enthusiasm!
With the "boy meets girl" part, it just came into my head, and I was laughing (and still am) about putting that in. I don't exactly know the exact meaning of "boy meets girl" - it could mean different things, but I loved how it matched with the three syllables.

Thank you, Maddi, for always commenting on my work. Whenever I post, I think of certain people, and you are definitely one of them. It's so good to have a consistent reader who will comment. I should ask you about your birthday surprise...but somewhere else...

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson