My feet move, scuff, through crunchy gold--
through rusty-orange, bright, bold--
through brilliant yellow,
richest red--
as old October paths I tread.
Glorious beauty--
fading
fast.
I
cannot
make
my
autumn
last.
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- Becky Rosenlof
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2 comments:
I love your poem and your pictures! Beautiful.
You have a great talent with words. Thanks for sharing with the rest of us.
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