Dancing shadows of leaves
In awe of autumn’s arrival
Colorful shades
Turning from bright green
To yellow and pink
Pumpkin orange
Then to soft rusty brown
Warm Sunshine beaming
Through the skeleton of the great Oak
All the while I’m wondering…
How could the transition
From this now, sleeping Summer
Be so damn glorious?
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments5
What do you mean, glorious.
Polar bears are have rave parties outside my door, it's brutal.
Summer seems to be getting shorter every year.
Actually, everything seems to be getting shorter. lol
Yes I've heard Paul lol 🤣
lol
Love the changing of seasons, but then at my age one always wonders how many more changing seasons there will be. Loved the images in this write Teddy and the use of colors.
Awe bless you my dear sorrenbarret may you see many more my friend. 🌹
great imagery
Thank you dear Norman. 🌹
most welcome, enjoyed
Dear, Teddy,
Beneath a Tuscan sky a poetess wanders in awe at the autumnal array of colours and hues in the sublime art of poetry. Wonderful!
Fond regards,
Tony.
It's certainly breathtaking here, I'm a fan of sunrise and sunsets because they truly are spectacular. 🌹 Fondness right back to you.
Teddy, I love that you included pink! It's not the first color people typically associate with autumn, but it's certainly there if you pay attention. Wonderful observation, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dear Tristan here in Tuscany the contrast of pink is incredibly visual, Autumn truly is Glorious. Thank you my dear friend. 🌹
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