Frost touched little tree
Autumn leaves fluttered to ground
Formed crimson puddle
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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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lovely as always
Good to hear from you, Lynn. Thanks.
Lovely image of the puddle of leaves and so apt – I’ll remember this image when I see those circles of leaves around the trees.
Thanks, Andrea. It is good to hear that you notice the same pattern of leaves falling around the base of trees. It is a beautiful image.
Both of the seasonal poems you posted this week were so spectacularly spot-on in their descriptions.
Many thanks for your comment. ❤
I wonder if the tree you speak so well of in this post is now a lot bigger and is decorated for Christmas? 🙂
The little tree is always going to be little. It is green in summer and a lovely red in the fall. It is bare now after all its leaves dropped off.