The air is crisp, the wind a whisper
As dusk descends upon the world
The leaves that once danced with the breeze
Are now held dead in a grounded embrace
The clouds above are heavy with greyness
And the sun, hidden far behind them,
Struggles to push its light through
To illuminate the world below
In the fading light, the trees appear
As dark silhouettes against the sky
Their branches reaching out like wicked fingers
A deadly touch for the dying light of day
The sky above us is quiet and still
As we stand in awe of this terrible beauty
That mesmerizes us in this late fall dusk
And bears down the weight of the passing year
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I love words and great image. Anita
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Thank you
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Thanks for sharing these words. Anita
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My pleasure. I’m glad you like them: may I ask how they resonate for you?
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I love this image. Anita
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Thank you
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Beautifully written ❤️
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Thank you for this kind comment. I’m grateful that you liked it.
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You are most welcome ❤️
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