In golden umber attire,
soldier leaves, torn from their posts,
respond to the clarion
call of the Autumn tempest.
Pouring into the roadways,
a spiraling cavalry,
surrounding adversaries
that heedlessly pass through…
Then scattering, regrouping,
leaping and charging upward
to the high ground, preparing
for their next joyous sortie.
(11/02/2013 - Rochester, NY)
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An insightful piece of poetry written with in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. Your diction is a complete delight, Marcene. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.