At Lynx Lake Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

At Lynx Lake



Wind blowing.
Trees raining leaves.
Wind blowing them across the ground.
Rustling softly - turning somersaults
as they touch earth.
Some leaves falling into waters of
Lynx Lake - others just suddenly
standing still upon the dirt.
Waiting for the wind to pick them up
when it decides to blow again.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,standing,wind
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