Fragile
yellowed leaf,
drifts from tree
to nestle gently
on stone
table top.
Wind whispers
“Autumn,
too soon,
too soon.”
Elizabeth Crawford 8/18/11
Fragile
yellowed leaf,
drifts from tree
to nestle gently
on stone
table top.
Wind whispers
“Autumn,
too soon,
too soon.”
Elizabeth Crawford 8/18/11
Lovely, Elizabeth. Here the wind has begun to whisper too.
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I was taking pictures of the water and the leaf fell directly in front of me. I had to take the picture. And I want so much to ignore that whisper.
Elizabeth
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I agree, WAY too soon. It always shocks me how early this happens…I want summer to last..forever.
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Maybe not quite forever Mary, I really do like autumn, but it, like summer is always way too short. Thanks for stopping by,
Elizabeth
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Yes, it is but a whisper, if we are too busy, we wouldn’t even hear or see. Love the yellowed leaf!
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My sister laughed when she saw me take the picture. I grinned and told her I had a very good use for it. I’m glad I wasn’t too busy,
Elizabeth
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Autumn and the changing of the colors inspire so many beautiful poems, including this one. Cheers! 🙂
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