Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 5,087 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Watching, Leaves Fall - Poem by Is It Poetry

The oaks are full of acorns
why the wind blows at this time of day
it is morning.
She I hear her magic voice
as it falls upon my ears.

Looking at all the old oak trees.
How many were here, when she was?
She is gone and they aren't.
Sara Teasedale knows now, why I love her.


Comments about Watching, Leaves Fall by Is It Poetry

  • Gold Star - 7,724 Points Hazel Durham (7/9/2013 4:00:00 PM)

    Beautiful and sad, but the oak tree reminds you of when your great love was around! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013


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