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This was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge.  Angel Love’s line was “Autumn leaves swirl to the ground.”

LEAF PEEPERS

PART ONE: THE DISCERNMENT

As autumn leaves swirl to the ground,
the air is fragrant, crisp and cool.
There is not a single sound around;
just right for me and my mule Jewel.

A lot of noise gets us both pretty wound,
so the falling leaves suit man and beast.
When they gently fall without a sound,
less is more, and the most is the least.

We must admit we both get embarassed
when we see all the trees standing bare.
If we stare they wonder who’s the fairest,
and they start to blush when people stare.

Jewel and I go where leaf fall is thicker.
There we become clandestine leaf peepers.
While the trees undress, we hide and snicker.
I snap pictures when I see keepers.

Leaf peeping is not for everyone.
Some peeps are just not peeper peoples.
Some love to do it, for some it’s no fun.
For many, leaf peepers give them the creeples.

PART TWO: THE DENOUEMENT

Falling leaves loudly announce to all
a hint of winter is on the way.
If it could only hear our quiet call:
to take the hint and stay away.

Leaves of Fall gently fall with no sound.
(Oh dear I wrote a similar line if you scroll down).
Two is better to make your world go around;
which makes no sense in this poem but is a great line anyhow.

Now I’ve completely lost the meter of this write.
The crisp leaves crunch beneath our feet
like the skeletons in the Terminator movie;
as many things do, but not when you eat a bowl of Cream of Wheat.

There goes the ABAB rhyme too.
This poem has gotten totally out of control.
So what am I going to do?
Slap my muse silly, crawl into a hole.

The leering leaf peepers who left a leafy line or two: Angel Love (6). Diane.