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

Anonymous said…
oh, again, both poem and picture are so inspiring. love both jodapoet.
Geri O'Hara said…
beautiful! Thankyou
George said…
I'm impatiently waiting for our warmer days, thank you for the glimpse...
Joanne Olivieri said…
BC - Thank you.

Geri - Thanks for commenting.

George - So am I :)

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