leaves dangle
trembling in dawn cold
last standers
hanging on
afraid to fly, to step out
into dark unknown
~
©2017 Ontheland
Most trees around here have lost their leaves. But this morning I noticed one still bearing dead leaves. This poem is a shadorma (3-5-3-3-7-5) for Shadorma November at Along the Interstice.
Ontheland 
Nice I was out walking in Deer Park a few days ago and saw a tree with some leaves still clinging to it. it made me stop and think how was it that all the others within view have dropped theirs, why had this one not done so?
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yes I was especially surprised as we’ve had some very strong winds lately.
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yes it was blustery, the cold front moving towards a high pressure system,, beautiful day today,
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A beautiful write. Will definitely try out this writing….
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Thank you…the shadorma is a beautiful form.
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It’s amazing how long they can hang on. (K)
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Another Superb scene! 😎😎😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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thank you 🙂
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Beautiful poem Janice full of Autumn imagery. We are farewelling Spring over here and the first Cicadas have started singing.
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So as your summer approaches we have had our first snowfall 🙂 thanks Denis
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Poetry
your November words.
Shadorma
new to me.
You have inspired this attempt,
drifting with the leaves.
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Nice shadorma, thank you 🙂 I like the rhythm of he form, the short and long lines…if you do write more shadorma this month you could link up to Shadorma November (link at end of post)…
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