Thursday, November 1, 2018


like the last vision of youth 
and handpicked daisies 

it takes on a melancholy nature....
a state of the soul....
where everything changes
the sky, the earth, the mood
thankfulness and gratitude intermingle

early darkness, cooler temperatures,
the crunch of fallen leaves under foot

trees empty now of summer's splendor..
almost naked....
with arms outstretched
they reach and dance and clap
and so shall I 

of a vision of youth 
and  handpicked daisies
hello November!


1 comment:

Trish said...

Beautiful words my friend!