leaves cascade . wooden branch
to weathered bench
beauty lies within each season
change
gently avoided
then in a soft hush
anticipated
streaks
of yellows and gold
viewed among abstract shadowy patterns
call me to light
comfort
nestled in deep brown
etched lines of life and leaf
displaying the marvel
that is change
as the leaves fall . as december begins . i am quietly called to light at imperfect prose
26 comments:
Those are marvel-ous shots and beautiful words...and true.
So beautiful and poetic!
beautifully caught, ELK ...in both word and image
this calls me to light, friend. i've missed you. i'm glad you're back. xo
such amazing poetry....and change is good. even though i often fight it.
hello friends .. thanking you for your encouraging words as i lay my poetry on the bench
Beautifully written & shown in photography . . . just lovely.
First time visiting you!
There is something strangely beautiful about old decaying wood, which you have managed to capture here somehow...
beautiful, beautiful.
did you notice the heart next to the leaf on the bench?
love the idea of thinking of comfort as a dark brown.
I love the things you see!
i loved this...it is true...the seasons the change...the beauty that is age:) be blessed
Thank you for your thoughtful poetry that is so calming after a busy day. Thank you also for your kind words on my blogpost. Appreciated, yes.
you bring decay into such beautiful light...I always have a difficult time with autumn...all that dying.
i'm so glad you linked :)i think this is one of my favorites of yours.
Change is a hard yet beautiful thing....love this! :-)
"wooden branch to weathered bench"... love that. beautiful words. beautiful blog!
Beautiful pictures & beautiful words!
I can use a lot of descriptive here, beautiful - poignant -- creative,
however, it would not be enough - there is a spiritual quietness a gentleness - being expressed through visual art and how we allow the moment to find us through poetry.
Joanny
thanks for visiting my blog...
"then in a soft hush
anticipated"..."quietly called to light"...my breath stops with these thoughts...tiptoe through the hush...beautiful
Your gentle words and beautiful photographs bring me peace.
I love the quiet, lightness of this poem.
Like a root it draws it's moisture from beneath the surface.
Beautiful.
Beautiful words and photo. I love the small leaf resting next to the large.
beautiful poetry. such peace here in words and imagery.
mmm. . . a wonderful capturing of december.
To tell you the truth...I think that each of your posts are poems...I love the words you use.
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