

Scurry
Autumn leaves
Crossing the sidewalks
Avoiding the coming mower
Escaped
–
Tall grass
Still showing green
Shudder at mower’s whine
We never liked the crew cut look
Just trimmed
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MTB: cinquains revisited


Scurry
Autumn leaves
Crossing the sidewalks
Avoiding the coming mower
Escaped
–
Tall grass
Still showing green
Shudder at mower’s whine
We never liked the crew cut look
Just trimmed
–
MTB: cinquains revisited
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I can hear that mover…. my neighbor love to do it.
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I could see those scurrying leaves! It’s coming on that time of year when there’s as many leaves as grass. Time to put the bagger on the mower!
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I know that’s the norm but I love seeing lawns, etc piled with beautiful autumn leaves
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Oh, I leave the leaves if they are colorful. The browned ones I bag with the grass clippings and mulch the garden.
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Delightful!
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Thanks for reading!
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Very cool poem.
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Thanks Sadje
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Most welcome dear friend
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Some nice ones, Bravo
much♡love
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Thank you
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Ha, I think we’re all familiar with.
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Neat poem communing with nature and its feelings.
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I feel close to nature even though I’m in an urban atmosphere
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Our mower guy just left. Not many more visits ahead this season. Fine work. Thanks.
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Thanks!
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the crew cut look is so suburban! there’s a lilt in your poem which I enjoyed very much.
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Thank you for commenting!
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Thank you for your comment. I liked your poems on your site.
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I love autumn poems, Cheryl, and really enjoyed your scurrying leaves – so glad they escaped the mower. I hope the grass did too.
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