Autumn
Another year dying
Under scurrying clouds
Trees breathe in
Undressing proud
Mantles of burnished gold
Naked as the truth
Waterlogued pictures - Hagg Side Plantation in The Derwent Valley & Birley Grange Farm
31 October 2018
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Nature does speak to us and your poem helps me to listen. The pictures are beautiful as well.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reflecting Bonnie.
DeleteYou could say it's dying, but you could also say it's preparing to be born again!
ReplyDeleteThat is also true Steve. Thanks for reading.
DeleteAnd, here, spring has well sprung...
ReplyDeleteWith today being 1st November, we only have one month left of spring.
Please look after the springtime and send it back to us next March.
DeleteBeautiful, both words and pictures.
ReplyDeleteThank you Meike. I try.
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