the leaves
enriched by the suns’ rays
hang on and say,
“not yet, not my turn…yet“
the golden leaves
not yet dried
not yet ready
to fall
Falls’ Gold
the leaves
enriched by the suns’ rays
hang on and say,
“not yet, not my turn…yet“
the golden leaves
not yet dried
not yet ready
to fall
I can just feel these leaves hanging on…not ready….This poem makes me think about so many things I’m just not ready to let go of. Not yet.
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This reminds me of that book I borrowed and loved… The Yellow Leaf!
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Such a beautiful vision. I love fall.
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Your words and watercolors capture such feelings of fall. Beautiful
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Your watercolor and your poem are gorgeous.
I’ve noticed many leaves hanging on for longer this year. We need the beauty of autumn to sustain us just a bit longer, don’t we?
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You and your sketches of inspiration ❤️
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