I’m working on something that took a bit more of my time this week, so in lieu of a longer post, I’m sharing a poem I wrote a few years back for the fall leaves. Although I lament that the fall happens too quickly here, I always appreciate the colors of fire that the landscape sends up from the trees and down from the mountains, seemingly meeting in some middle space before the snow comes.
Atumn or Fall, inspiration for lyrical souls..dear Freya I have a mountain to climb , out of the blue, in supporting my sister in this very painful moment ...she will manage to defeat the hell..definetely, I want to Think like this!!..and it's Autumn ,colourful, preserving seeds which will bloom next spring..HOPEFULLY AND METAPHORICALLY..
This is beautiful. Thank you.
a sincere hug..
Atumn or Fall, inspiration for lyrical souls..dear Freya I have a mountain to climb , out of the blue, in supporting my sister in this very painful moment ...she will manage to defeat the hell..definetely, I want to Think like this!!..and it's Autumn ,colourful, preserving seeds which will bloom next spring..HOPEFULLY AND METAPHORICALLY..