The town was packed this morning, everyone enjoying the
sun, arms stretched across the back of the benches. There are
some trees up near the market and, August or not, a leaf had fallen
off one of them and lay right in front of me.
So beautiful I had to write about it.
PLENTY OF ROOM
Full of leaf
This world is.
Full of stem and stalk,
Leaf and tree.
Full of leaf.
Full of lazy snails
Creeping towards dinner.
Of whip-smart ants
Flying in flawless battalions.
Cogitating, debating,
Thinking hard thoughts
Of nipping and of biting.
This world is
Full of leaf.
Full of chlorophyll and colour,
Of green and brown,
Russet and yellow
Of white leaves and black.
Full of shape and little leaf veins,
Full of tiny tiny spiders
Weaving little tiny webs
All over the fallen leaves.
This world is
Full of leaf.
With plenty of room
For more.
©2023 Gwen Grant.
Yet another cracker!! Then again that is true for all your poetry!!
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Thanks again, Sharon. Your comments are much appreciated and very encouraging. A bit of a chilly start to the day
this morning. Hope your day is a good one.
Gwen.
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Hi Gwen, you are welcome! My day is OK, yes the days are looking like autumn!! Kind regards.
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