Shakespeare Garden




And the leaves speak
through silent branches

their voices carried

by winds of change.

Mother Earth colors
Autumnal hues

warmly toasted

reflections of the sun.

November noon
debuts a play

where nature’s performance

unfolds seasons.

And the stage is set.




Comments

betchai said…
oh, again, both poem and picture are so inspiring. love both jodapoet.
BC Doan said…
A nice feeling comes over me! Beautiful!
Geri Ohara said…
beautiful! Thankyou
George said…
I'm impatiently waiting for our warmer days, thank you for the glimpse...
BC - Thank you.

Geri - Thanks for commenting.

George - So am I :)

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