Serenity comes later. Yet grown up enough, visible to
surrounded mature trees, a leaf fearlessly opens up
plates for
sun's reading pleasure.
Anticipating the pigment change it’s inhaling joy
while vibrant light
runs through veins.
The leaf furls, trembling of all belated doubts whispering
by mockingbird wind, blocked by life texture…
Three Words Wednesday
Such a wind could bring serenity about
ReplyDeleteinteresting...i think the leaves add so much texture to fall..the crunch under foot the skitter as it plays in the wind....i do think there is a serenity that comes with maturity as well...
ReplyDeleteThis one hit the spot, my friend!
ReplyDeleteChanging colors in the fall wind..finding a piece of serenity. A reflective poem.
ReplyDeletenice...life's texture... it takes time for it to build... and serenity comes with age and wisdom...nice
ReplyDeletehappy saturday!
ReplyDeleteI love your view! Autumn is my favorite season and you sure painted a beautiful view :D
ReplyDeleteYes, very reflective-I love it~