the maple bows out
a skeletal cast remains
as the petals fall
and another…
silver lined clouds
waving to a grey horizon
white birch
the maple bows out
a skeletal cast remains
as the petals fall
and another…
silver lined clouds
waving to a grey horizon
white birch
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I love the images left in my mind by this poem.
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Thanks Brenda, lucky enough to watch the scene from my window!
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Ah, sigh of pleasure to be looking out at such beauty. 🙂
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