Plop, plop, plop
large rain drops
flying yellow leaves
quietly floating
on cool water
reflecting
the last glow
of summer
turning into fall
no rush
slowly
plop, plop, plop.
Plop, plop, plop
large rain drops
flying yellow leaves
quietly floating
on cool water
reflecting
the last glow
of summer
turning into fall
no rush
slowly
plop, plop, plop.
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What a wonderful picture your words conjure up, and such a sense of serenity and timelessness. Absolutely lovely! Blessings, my dear friend.
Thank you Isabella. You are right in that the sense of timelessness was/is there, at that lake. It’s quite palpable. Blessings to you as well!
Aww, so sweet.
Happy you liked it, Koko!
Stunning picture and you described it so well in your poem!
Glad you liked it!
A lovely reflection of the way that nature takes as much time as it needs to do whatever needs doing, and has always done so.
Thanks. Nature is a wonderful teacher in that way too.
I love the rhythms and innocence ~ beautiful ! Debbie
Beautiful and poetic.
Thank you. I was just in Finland last week…it was beautiful, beginning of the fall but great weather.