Friday, September 27, 2013

As the Cool Wind is Blowing Through the Leaves. . .




As the cool wind is blowing
Through the leaves it is going
I sit at my desk and write
Memories of the summer's light
Warmth invades my gentle memories
Playfulness courses through my senses
Good times I had out in the sun
I'll need to find a different fun
For now the golden orb has set
Another season anon beget

11 comments:

Frankie Furter and Ernie said...

Awwwwww another Poem by NOODLES. LOVE IT !!!!

PeeS... I have you down fur the clawstoom drawing now.

Angel Payton, Donald, and Daisy's Gampy said...

Noodles, thanks for that lovely poem even though it makes me melancholy because it is another sign of cold weather approaching!

Love,
Gampy

daisy said...

Noodles, you are write up there with Shakespeare! What a great ode to a passing season.

We have a wood stove for our new bright orb. Wishing you something just as good.

Love,
Daisy and Scooter Pugman

stellaroselong said...

Noodles you are growing up to be a great poet! Its cooling down at our home also.
Stella Rose

Idaho PugRanch said...

lovely poem! We had a little snow on some of the hills this morning.
brrrrrr!
hugs
Bailey, Hazel & Greta

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Noodles- how beautiful your words are!
love
tweedles

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Chicco said...

Love this poem, Noodles.
have a nice weekend.
Woof, woof,

Chicco

Frank The Tank said...

Such a nice poem Noodles, but dont worry becuse even though the sun is setting there is always something to love about the next season, the warmth of the sun has gone but its replaced with the magic colours of autumn and then once autumn is over the beauty of the winter and the holiday season will sparkle! Love and Licks from your Furiend Frank xxxxxx

PugSlope.com said...

Beautiful poem, Noodles! Yep, I've been feeling about the same way. I love fall though, so I'm pretty excited for the change in the seasons.

-Love,
Sid.

Payton's mom said...

Great poem Noodles, you are so talented.
Love,
Christy