Thursday, January 8, 2015

Loose Leaves

Loose Leaves

Leaves on the ground
turn brown,
crackle underfoot,
scrunch into dust.

They blow
all over town,
unable to
settle down
after the fall.

This poem came out of the word sprints that Wordsmith Studio did during its all-day New Year's Day Twitter Chat. The group chats every Tuesday at 6 p.m. and 9 p.m. using #wschat. We discuss various aspects of writing and support each others individual endeavors. Feel free to join in whether you are an Early Bird or a Night Owl.

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