By the river,
down.
Water colors
float.
Eyes dip their
lashes in.
Brush strokes
on air
have taken
leave
of summer
heat
bare on breeze.
A blink
splashed flecks
of auburn
and bent yellow
back into
the sun.
Trees kept
leaning, blushing
on the surface.
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6 responses to “Dipped. Reflections and Flecks”
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Nice poem with great visuals.
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Lovely brushing of the words ~ So serene as the picture ~
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Some day next summer I will be feeling very, very hot, and will be longing for fall to come soon. I will read this poem and…. I will be totally refreshed. I’m sure of it!
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Lovely poem!
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oh i like much jerry…autumn – and not only what it is but how it feels – in each and every line..
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got some color to the picture/words
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