Everywhere I look I see gold, orange, red and green leaves flying around. I love this time of year. It inspires the artist within me. I love watching the leaves dance with the wind. The soft delicate whirls they employ as they fall to the ground. I want to pick them up and keep them safe...to hide them away so I can look at them during the dismal cold of winter, when the trees are bare and naked--exposed to the harsh anger of silence.
I want to dance with the leaves, to embrace their vibrance essence. I am autumn born, fairy of sunsets and dreams.
The year is coming to an end fast, the days of my youth almost spent and I keep thinking that somewhere in the falling of these words, there blooms color in the form of poetry. I guess you'll have to sort through the weeds to find it.
2 comments:
days of your youth almost spent?
Excuse me?!?
Don't even start to go there.
Now, J...those words were weeds. :P
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