The gift of a warm, November day.
Dark shadows upon the
luminescent waters, at bay.
Trees, wrapped in colors,
not ready to let go.
Like a worn-in sweatshirt,
the gray,
hovering clouds
embrace my soul.
The gift of a warm, November day.
Scattered pictures,
sprinkled in dust
- leading the way.
Rusty sounds beneath my tired,
yet humbled feet.
Earth's awakening -
once again,
I feel complete.
~ Leslie Morrissette
That's nice, Leslie. Not only do you have a way with words, but you have always had a way with white space. It adds to what you do. Kudos!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rich. Appreciate the comments!
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