autumn sun
is the artist
her palette
bears brief
vibrant colors
her canvas
my vista of
fading green
forest that
yawns toward
its imminent
seasonal sleep
autumn sun
is the artist
her palette
bears brief
vibrant colors
her canvas
my vista of
fading green
forest that
yawns toward
its imminent
seasonal sleep
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Beautiful nature poem
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thanks kindly
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Gorgeous! Both the image and poetry. 🙂
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thanks kindly
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You couldn’t make such beauty up!!! Delightful!
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if I could stop the seasonal clock, this would be the moment
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fantabulous.
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great word
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All is right with the seasons and our reasons for being.
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I hope so
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Agreed.
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I like this. I never thought of fall as going quietly to sleep. In the picture the colors of the trees seem to call out for a last hurrah.
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trees getting ready for their winter sleep
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Yes, it is the leaves that are having their last fling before the trees begin their winter sleep.
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Can I reblog this one 😉
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please feel free
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Reblogged this on Ripple Poetry and commented:
Paul loves to write!
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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