Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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Thanks, Jim. The moment after I wrote this word, I recognized it as a heavily-used teen term of not so long ago.

Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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Thanks, Clay. Often, in the heated rush, of the creative process, I tend to forget that there are needful things such as capitalization.

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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a sleep of death would also work here, as would "The sleep of the dead." I suppose its all up to personal preference.

Jim Miller Jim Miller
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bitter...what? "Let us fall!" "fall lettuce!" "Let us eat!" Does not seem too fit the tone of the rest of the poem. I think you can come up with a better ending.

Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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Yes, Jim, you`re quite spot on!I must admit I was grasping at sensibility when I wrote this little ditty. Perhaps I rely far too much on stream of consciousness. Perhaps, it was just that I was making``poor reference``to the oncoming bitter winds of Winter. As far as my clumsy play on words with ``fall lettuce``, I humbly admit that I wasn`t exactly spot on.

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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nice play on words at the end of this, but somehow does not seem to fit and reads awkwardly

Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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Aha! aha! I see it now! I don't know why it took me so long to recognize as to what I was subconsciously trying to express. The crows are saying,"Let us fall headlong and grasp that last piece of lettuce before the snow covers the ground!" Hence, the last line would seem to make some sense."Let us eat!

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Once again, we have reached the doorway to Winter. And, yet, if you happen to be a Winter-hater, think of it this way. If it wasn't for the cold, we wouldn't appreciate the warmer weather.

See how,rustling
stampeded leaves
burst onto fielded vision
with wild hues and screaming reds
heralding the certainty
of the last round-up

Silver spurs of autumn rain
glisten like shards
in the dying
splendiforous stream
of Nature's throes
raging against winter's woes

See how leaves
play out imitation
of tornadic torrent
in miniature
Surely lower forms
of Life hear it and see it

Trees are naked
As cold north wind
combs through
their knarly arms 2 comments

frost progresses
deep down into
depths of earth
once more to sleep
the sleep of death 3 comments

The crows of winter
dressed in their formal
threads of black hood
cry against the bitter
``Let us fall!``
``Fall lettuce!``
``Let us eat!`` 4 comments

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