
breath of withering blossoms dying
nights grow longer, fall has come
deep brown cover softly rustles
tree boughs bare their winter bones
earth beneath her frosted blanket
rests her wild soul at dusk
cold, but for a season, rooted,
soon the spring will dawn in bloom
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit.




September 4th, 2017 at 10:41 am
Wow this is just gorgeous Kat!
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September 4th, 2017 at 10:43 am
Thank you Lynn…my favorite season is here! ❤️
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September 4th, 2017 at 4:03 pm
Mine too
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September 4th, 2017 at 12:29 pm
Awesome as ever! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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September 4th, 2017 at 12:37 pm
Fall is just days away. I am in my creative oyster! ❤️
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September 5th, 2017 at 7:35 pm
Glorious! She’s on Her way! ❤
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September 5th, 2017 at 7:36 pm
Yes!!!! ❤️
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