I got fingered @ the fling
They did not swirl in a lazy colorful blaze
Tumbling in their graceful ballet without sound
The leaves were crashing, hurling in a craze
A sudden thunderstorm ripped them to the ground
A torrent of leaves torn from their lofty perch
The thick oaks, maples, ash, chestnut and willow
Wildly whipping along with the skeletal birch
A quilt of many colors and a radiant pillow
Nestled and unkempt thrown to the sodden earth
Soon just multi-hued confetti under the pines
Losing the green hues that they held from birth
Bright colors of their dying fading to sullen brown
Squishing like a sponge underfoot bringing me down
Congrats on getting fingered at the Fling! LOL
YOU so much deserve this recognition! :love:
I finger you deserve this :love:
😯 Fingered at the Fling 😉 😆 Creative ink you always share :entertained: :love: :love: :love:
As they say, whoever they are, a finger from the Fling is worth two in the bush…Well maybe not…depends on whose bush… 🙄