Worthy of a frame by Slade
Seeds frozen in escape trying to survive.
Leaves swirling downwards in an amazing show of colors.
Skeleton arm trees trying to scratch the wind,
a single yellow leaf on a plant of green.
The first to fall. Fall as many others have already.
Soon to cover the ground in a blanket of brittle leaves.
Everything on the ground. A work of art in it's own way.
Colors, sound, shape - worthy of a frame.
2 Comments:
He wrote that? Oh that boy has a very poetic soul, doesn't he? He is going to be a famous writer someday I'll bet!
What a lucky mama you are! Such sweet souls that live in your house!
Yes, that is my poet - don't you know it! ;) He use to be the Haiku master but he has moved on. Jack is not too far behind him in his writing skills either. All my heart's desires are being fulfilled. It's a wonderful feeling! Thanks for your sweet comment!
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