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Autumn Bones.
Leaves, like scattered crayons
cast aside by childish hands
lie forlorn.
Trees disrobed. Naked, stand
vulnerable like bones without
the flesh.
Their stark outline stabbing
at the softness of the mist
curving their silent frame.
This is quite a poem! And to
This is quite a poem! And to read, in your reply to a comment that it came unbidden, makes it even more impressive!!
J-Called
Thank you Starward, it sort
Thank you Starward, it sort of just arrived in my head, I like that type, much easier than struggling to put two lines together with an idea that just won't sit right. sue.
I agree. I have found that
I agree. I have found that the older I get, the more frequently they arrive that way.
J-Called
Thank you for inviting us to
Thank you for inviting us to your Autumn, it's a joy to share. I enjoyed this, very much.
Thank you Wordman, I hadn't
Thank you Wordman, I hadn't intended to write anything really, but It arrived
unbidden so I lifted it up and put it on here. sue x
You've somehow taken me to a
You've somehow taken me to a very specific memory in my life. One that was not profound in any of the ways memories typically are. But standing before a scene with everything stripped away and calm, with sight distance limited so as to call away distractions - that was a true gift in a moment of need. I've not thought about it all of these years, till your words conjured up the recall. : ) Thanks. Your pen is a paint brush, as always.
Thank you, that is a lovely
Thank you, that is a lovely compliment and deeply appreciated. sue. X