Some poetic
thoughts inspired by late fall in Texas …
FALL FOLIAGE
FEELINGS
The trees have
gotten a little more bare;
A few more
leaves just fell.
The weather,
poised on a knife’s edge of impending change
High winds
rise, fall, rise again and change direction,
While clouds
mass, then dissipate,
And skies
darken hither and yon.
A clear, bright
sun hits a cobalt blue canvas,
Framing the
fall-tinged red oaks’ leaf-dying beauty.
Poignancy,
introspection and bits of melancholy
Are the
hoped-for fruits of a leaf-dying soul —
Autumnal moods
for autumnal days
In a sometimes
sadness-gilded autumnal life.
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