Featured Poetry: Autumn
Leaves from the old oak tree
sail through autumn’s air
and settle on the ground.
My body chilled and shivering.
Once green, they now turn brown
and wilt away to nothingness.
The tree, bare and exposed,
accepts its fate in silence.
Worn bones and weathered skin,
I wonder:
will I be able to match such courage and endurance?
(by andelieya)
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Lovely verse and matching photo.
Thank you so much!
Beautiful poem, I wish I was as gifted as you are 🙂
Love the combination with the picture.
Love, Virginie
Thank you, Virginie! But you ARE gifted! Namaste, andelieya
Wonderful poem, andelieya….I can relate so well traveling along in this aging process.
Mikki
Thank you for stopping by and for your kind comment, Mikki!