Over the forest in warm autumn day
Covering the ground with coloured splotches
The wind will blow until the world turns grey...
Over the grass, attracted by telluric forces
Bellow the horizon line, like in a thunderstorm swinging away,
Every leaf will dance high into the air before will turn to dust
Renewing the meadows carpets with the autumn's chromatic rust.
What a beautiful poem... and a beautiful image to start the post with too!! :) Hazel
ReplyDeleteThanks for buzzing by my blog for Following Friday! Returning the love! Did you write that poem? Awesome! ~ Busy Buzzer Buzzing the Day Away
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and great photo. I feel all pumped up for October now!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words! Sometime I'm write poems - I'm just going to write down things of my mind. For famous poems, I'm quoted properly the author's name and the line of poetry.
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