The Jogger Wore Purple.

 

The jogger wore purple…

A flash of sharp

defiance to the gold

that watched her pass:

fallen leaves

eschewing slumber,

frolicked round 

her feet.

On she ran, she turned

was gone..

an unexpected

spark of life

this downbeat

Autumn

day.

 

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jolen

Really crisp work here, Sweetwater. The reader can see the scene clearly and I even found myself feeling as if I were the jogger. Which I probably should be. lol

blessings,
jolen

stormwolf

They say a poet sees poetry in the mundane. This poem proves it.
Poetry is all around us waiting to be captured and put to paper.
Well done
Alison x

Gomathi

A beautiful morning scene visualises in mind’s eye as each line passes by
Thankyou for taking us on a walk or is it a jog…along. Much enjoyed Sue! Best Wishes, Gomathi.