Do you mourn the end of one season, or do you happily await the arrival of the next. Colleen over on Silver Threading gives us a last glimpse of fall.
Autumn breathes the last gasps of the season,
as leaves of brown and gold drift from the treetops –
a blanket of decaying warmth.
Grey skies steal the color from the day,
mourning the end of another time of year.
The darkness envelopes and caresses
lulling the earth to sleep,
held in the cradle of the slough.
Winter awaits.
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beautiful words ❤
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I’m glad you liked it. I am amazed by how poets are able to pull words together into such beautiful verses.
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me too….poetry is something which always amazes me 🙂
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A beautiful choice for a reblog!
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Thanks, I thought so too. I love the imagery in this poem.
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Beautiful!
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Yes, it is. I love these gorgeously descriptive lines.
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Thank you for sharing my poem. 💖
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You are most welcome. It is truly beautiful.
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