perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Right Behind Us
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
perched in bare branches
just over his shoulder
is autumn then winter
Love the economy of words in this one. So much said in so few. Beautiful!!
thanks so much Laura!
Very well done.
thanks Adam
Whispers of Winter
Perched on bare branches, as winter draws near,
Autumn’s vibrant hues fade, becoming unclear.
The world gracefully transforms, a dance with finesse,
Branches surrendering, embraced by winter’s caress.
Once ablaze, leaves flutter delicately down,
Snowflakes whisper silently, without a sound.
Perched birds observe, wise eyes filled with knowing,
In winter’s skies, their silence is always showing.
A suspended moment, where worlds delicately blend,
Autumn bids farewell, as winter’s calm descends.
Beneath bare branches, a chance for reflection,
Finding solace in the path of transition’s direction.
The air turns crisp, a serene chorus in tune,
Nature draped in hush, winter’s enchantment strewn.
Within bare branches, beauty lies undiscovered,
Unveiling winter’s allure through the tapestry of snow uncovered. 🗻
🤍⛄️TY🤲🏼📿
beautiful Heather ❤️
thank you dearest dear Catherine 🌱
you are most welcome Heather