GLIMPSES OF LIFE AT WORLDS END FARM.
Into the coppery halls of beech and intricate oak to be close to the trees as they whisper together let fall their leaves, and we die for the winter.
Excellent poem. Also this time of year is my jam. Outside again this morning watching the leaves fall all about. Just a delight. Happy New Week!
I like it, too, Ivy. Our changing climate has made it different, though. We are still in the 80s F.
Wow, still in the 80s there. Dang. I'll send you some frost if you want. Free shipping.
If you look close you can see next year's leaves getting ready! I like this.
I was watching hay racks being moved and saw the shadow and light, Boud.
Thank you, Sandra. I have not read this before it is beautiful and rings true.Take Care,Kaye
It says a lot in one sentence, Kaye.
Winter. It is coming and I am thinking about it.
Yes, it is. The winter will be different for you, Val.
This is my favorite time of year. Thank you for the poem.
Mine, too, Cheerful.
Love the fall. Sweet poem and photo! :)
Thanks, Rita.
I love your picture. It invites the reader to take the trail, to see what is there. I like the ideas of the trees whispering to each other - one can hear that!
Yes, trees do whisper, Denise.
Beautiful.....
Although there isn't any color it does seem to look like autumn, Lori.
Ah, tgat certainly catches the mood of this season.
Yes, it feels quiet, Sue.
I love how this poem captures autumn’s glow, while already hinting at winter’s hush.
This is a perfect way of describing it, Jane. Kind of poetic.
An exquisite scene Sandra and a lovely poem. One of my favorite nature walks is through a forest.
Plenty of trees around here. Denise. We can't keep the forest from taking over.
I am not looking forward to Winter
Excellent poem. Also this time of year is my jam. Outside again this morning watching the leaves fall all about. Just a delight. Happy New Week!
ReplyDeleteI like it, too, Ivy. Our changing climate has made it different, though. We are still in the 80s F.
DeleteWow, still in the 80s there. Dang. I'll send you some frost if you want. Free shipping.
DeleteIf you look close you can see next year's leaves getting ready! I like this.
ReplyDeleteI was watching hay racks being moved and saw the shadow and light, Boud.
DeleteThank you, Sandra. I have not read this before it is beautiful and rings true.
ReplyDeleteTake Care,
Kaye
It says a lot in one sentence, Kaye.
DeleteWinter. It is coming and I am thinking about it.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is. The winter will be different for you, Val.
DeleteThis is my favorite time of year. Thank you for the poem.
ReplyDeleteMine, too, Cheerful.
DeleteLove the fall. Sweet poem and photo! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rita.
DeleteI love your picture. It invites the reader to take the trail, to see what is there. I like the ideas of the trees whispering to each other - one can hear that!
ReplyDeleteYes, trees do whisper, Denise.
DeleteBeautiful.....
ReplyDeleteAlthough there isn't any color it does seem to look like autumn, Lori.
DeleteAh, tgat certainly catches the mood of this season.
ReplyDeleteYes, it feels quiet, Sue.
DeleteI love how this poem captures autumn’s glow, while already hinting at winter’s hush.
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect way of describing it, Jane. Kind of poetic.
DeleteAn exquisite scene Sandra and a lovely poem. One of my favorite nature walks is through a forest.
ReplyDeletePlenty of trees around here. Denise. We can't keep the forest from taking over.
DeleteI am not looking forward to Winter
ReplyDelete