The Floating Iris

She's like an accordion

Frightened smile

Broken eyes

In need of laughter 

She gambols in the falling leaves

As they silently brush there way through her soft hair

Twirling around in her patterned sweater

Feeling the wind through her finger tips

Tasting the everlasting beauty of the brisk air.

Then, as we sing in the garden

Gazing at the twilight 

Teeth filled with everything but sorrow

We shout out our fears

As we cavort and frolic through our lives

Through the falling trees

And through the broken and withered leaves

We step

Reviews

[Emily B]

different than your usual, but nice

and relaxing

[not here]

I liked the leafy image to this. It seemed such a generosity of autumn just in the line: "she gambols in the falling leaves" (which has me wondering about your picture of kangaroos in the outback?? It seems so incongruous. But, I digress...)
Whales, thanks for sharing. I like your title; "The Floating Iris" I think it's clever. Broken eyes seems an awkward poeticism, but I'm trying... And in the third stanza I have you shouting down your fears, instead of shouting out.
On the whole, I like this poem. I like the evocation.
Well done!

[eglantine]

that is a wonderful first stanza--brilliant metaphor.

[Tomi]

I love! welldone..sweet poem this is

[Allycat]

Love the way how you started the poem!
It's a very beautiful piece, the imagery is captivating and very descriptive
Great job!