I walk along the path,
The trees and bushes surround me,
The red and yellow buds
Creating so many specks of colour
As Autumns beauty
Begins to unfold.
The leaves on the trees
Fading from green towards yellow,
I see them all and know
That they will change even more,
And maybe next time I walk this path
The oranges and reds of Nature’s Palette
Will fill my mind and body
With its wondrous beauty,
As Autumn becomes my life.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2021 00:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Seeing the buds on trees and bushes led me to these words.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
I walked a way I don't usually walk in winter. I thought 'Why are trees bare? 'Cos It's Winter', said Fido, who was with me! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
You are obviously on a steep learning curve from Fido.
Andy
Yes - and a talking dog too! He knows. lol.
that feeling of oneness that overtakes us, at times
when nature paints our surroundings, so wondrously engrossing..
really liked how you captured the scene so vivid Andy,
thanks for sharing..
hope you have a great, Autumnal weekend
Thank you Mek. Autumn is my favourite time of the year. Have a great weekend yourself as well.
Andy
This is the kind of stuff we all need to do.
Nice picture Andy.
JP
Thank you John, much appreciated.
Andy
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