Dead leaves cling to bough
Silhouettes against pale sky
Tatters of Autumn
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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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Perfect description!
Thanks, Dale. I’m happy that you like it. Thanks also for showing me how to use the Classic Editor. It is wonderful to write without technological obstruction.
I do! And you are most welcome. I am happy I could help you.
Autumn has suddenly disappeared here this week. One minute it was there the next it was gone. So glad I captured some of it on my camera.
A week ago we played our word game outside in 75 % weather. And Poof! our autumn has disappeared, too.
Oh I love that last image Ina – ‘tatters’ of autumn, lovely!
Thank you, Andrea. It pleases me to write something I feel is artful. For months I have not been in touch with my muse.
I can feel the melancholy. Loved it!
Thanks. 🙂