This poem was inspired by a memory I have of a breezy day waiting at my bus stop when I was in high school. I wrote this while I was in college for a Poetry class. We read and studied the "Masters" and then used that knowledge to write our own poem using specific poetry forms. This is a "free verse" form. I also wrote sestinas, sonnets, concrete and shape poems. If I find them... I know I have them somewhere, I'll post them as well.
Leaves
On a windy fall day, I like to
watch the leaves scuttle
across the road like small
animals, mice, chipmunks and
squirrels. They chase each other
around, and around, and
around, spiraling, spinning, lifting
into the air, floating like
multicolored angels, only to
settle, gently, noiselessly onto
the grass, where they wait for
the next gust of wind. Cautious,
they creep across a road.
stopping, pausing, slowly,
ever so slowly, meandering,
weaving, crawling on their
bellies across the road. At the
yellow line they pause, and
wait, restlessly, shifting, in the
slight breeze. And then a car
rushes by, and they jump up
to ride the gust of wind to their
families on the other side. When
they reach it, they dance in a
circle, going round and around,
prancing and dancing, lifting
themselves high, rejoicing,
exalted as they play in the wind.
3.18.98
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