We Create a Decoupage

7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124). In Spring we are svelte and supple….youthful, Summer brings our exuberant spirit to the forefront, we dance, we waltz, we murmur our breathtaking stories to each other! Autumn tiptoes soon like a coy, veiled bride, making us shiver with intriguing anticipation! our colours turn so stunningly beautiful we feel an ecstasy marvelling at our own lustre… orange, scarlet, amber, tangerine! oh my, fiery red hues envelop our sheen! our prosaic existence fleets away, we get intoxicated in a riot of colours! begin to float in a sea of euphoria! We float, we flutter.. we wander.. twirling, swirling, whirling in the air, swooshing around the tranquil trees! This is our only chance to soar above our humble lives…we are not the prettiest flowers, but we create a decoupage of kaleidoscopic beauty, incomparable on its own! "Feel Free" Poetry Contest Sponsor: Sara Kendrick Quote 7 Used 20 lines