leaves of the reeds, the grasses
paint peeling on the wet clapboards
like the curl of the flat ribbon
pulled by the blade of scissors
wrapping a package in gold
moving in the autumn breeze
bathed in a puddle of light
grasses above the maple leaves
calling my eyes, in delight
November 20, 2009
while walking to the post office,
below the wall, 6 Glass Street,
Suncook, NH,
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,730+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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