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.
5 comments:
oh, again, both poem and picture are so inspiring. love both jodapoet.
A nice feeling comes over me! Beautiful!
beautiful! Thankyou
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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