As the white petals fall
and the brown scorched
beneath my feet turn green
I stop, look towards the hills
and breathe in dead leaves
But the creek can be heard
running once again
from night time drinks of snow
Katherine,I visited your new blog and am so absolutely thrilled to be a part of it.....but I tried to leave a comment and it wouldn't let me. I think it said my google name was Sunflower, but it's actually Sunflowerhouse. Maybe that was why my comment wouldn't post. I love your new blog!! It's so fantastic!!Debbie
Thanks for the enthusiasm, Debbie. I'm really excited too! Now I need an extra five days a week!I think you need to be signing in with your same email that you signed up with? Let me know if that works-
Gorgeous! Autumn is stunning isn't it. The grass is growing, the leaves are turning, chestnuts are roasting. I love it and your poem is fabulous.
katherine, i cannot take my eyes off this painting. its beautiful.
Thank you for reading! The farm and my art/writing keep me hopping, so might not respond immediately. Thank you for understanding. ~Katherine & Apifera ~