Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.
Love the RED hate to see mine good as I dread WHITE 🙂
Very stunning!
makes me sad
The last tiny spash of colour is treasured.
What you say is so true. I so enjoy all your presentations. As scarcity appears we linger on the previously abundant colors in nature. I also love the starkness of winter. The changing seasons give us the opportunity to appreciate all that nature gives to us.
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Today’s Winner for “Photography” Category. You see that “tiny ember” color–that is hope, grace and the heart of miracles.
Sad but true. Great presentation!
Beautiful picture. The hard branches look so soft.
Wondrous!
And then it came time to rest…
Pensive and lovely. It’s always sad to see a last leaf.
Very beautiful!
Nice one!
Hi. What a great word: ’ember’. Great to see a little splash of colour in the landscape. Jane
Beautiful! Both your photo and your caption.
Thanks for liking my post (Late October Afternoon at Walden Pond). Where do you take your pictures?
Hi, again, seedbud. Am loving your photos. Also wanted to comment again to make sure that the correct wordpress link is attached to my name. Keep up the beautiful work!
beautiful poem
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I recently discovered Leaf and Twig, a really beautiful photo and poetry blog. The post below, Ember, really captures this time of year for me.
Thank you so much!
Seedbud, thank you so much for the “like” on my poetry/hiking/mythology blog. I’m delighted to be led back here and discover your gorgeous work. I love all your seeds and twigs!