Her soft brown skin
Is barely visible
Beneath her adornment.
She prepares in a happy splash of colors
For sleep,
Offering sweet memories of summer.
A token of consolation
For the winter now not far off.
She yawns in mild fall breezes
And adorns the sunrise and sunset with fiery beauty.
The lake is quiet now,
The roar of summer gone.
Intimate, almost holy.
Listen closely and hear the trees whisper
And hear her reply.
Feel the sun reassure
For while the endless cycle repeats
And the sap ebbs only to flow again in spring,
The wonder is that
She shines brilliant with the seasons.
Making each of us a leaf, blazing with color,
Knowing that spring will return.
So we shine and contribute our part of her pallet,
Thinking sweet memories of summer, while
She yawns in mild fall breezes.
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Amazing description. Must be so beautiful to be here.
Thank you.
stunning achievement!
grabbed my imagination
and shoved me
into an emotive whirlpool
of vivid imagery and a gentle
subtly accented, portrait
depicting the wondrous beauty
that is Gaia's
endlessly captivating, sublimity...
(thanks for sharing
and Happy New year!)
Thank you
Love the personification of nature here. A lovely tale involving the natural world. The sun does have a changing role as the seasons march on.
Thank You. The place I describe is a state park near me. It is magical. And when you behold the contours of Earth, it IS an intimate experience. The sun in your face during late Autumn is wonderful, promising it's return.
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