An Autumn Feast
acorns fall, unfold
on tall pines
everything feels bare
(Autumn has a way of muting colors of summer then coating them with
mulched earthly tones. It all happens overnight, or so it seems.)
strokes of paint
on canvass of old
Autumn shades
(When Autumn arrives I ready for art by muting the colors with a
dip of my brush. Imagination never lacks when Autumn is around)
Oct 28, 2021
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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