Autumn wood glows red gold.
Shower of flaming leaves
sings through crisp air,
carpets last green grass
with kaleidooscope of color.
I reach, stretch, dance, leap
in vain to catch a single leaf.
Later I faind the scarlet oval
caught in the flow of my hair.
Grace falls on her own terms.
Wonderful message, Victoria. Sometime what you can't catch catches you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful seasonal conjuring Victoria. I particularly love your last line. penny
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thanks for the imagery.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Victoria, a wow last line, the imagery punch.
ReplyDeleteOh what a beautiful scene. I love every line and savor.
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