
how must it feel
to dying leaves after
falling from above, never
more to rustle, warmed
by soft sunny breezes
who see only the brown
lonely boughs of a tree
they loved, longing for
beautiful green cover…
but for some wild
night of wind, they are
left to wither alone
~kat
magnetic poetry (nature kit)




October 9th, 2017 at 5:52 pm
Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 10th, 2017 at 6:34 pm
Thank you Henrietta! π
LikeLike
October 11th, 2017 at 5:47 am
You are welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 9th, 2017 at 5:53 pm
Sad but true π
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 9th, 2017 at 6:19 pm
Yep! πππ
LikeLike
October 9th, 2017 at 6:26 pm
π€π€
LikeLike
October 9th, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Beautiful! ππππ₯π₯π₯
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 10th, 2017 at 12:07 am
Thanks Dorna. ππβ€οΈππ
LikeLike
October 9th, 2017 at 8:28 pm
Lovely and so are the seasons
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 10th, 2017 at 12:07 am
Yes it is a beautiful time of year. β€οΈππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
October 10th, 2017 at 9:13 am
It is β€οΈβ€οΈ
LikeLike