A season of change, it seems to be, looking in the distance, beyond tomorrow for that passion.........that change. We wait patiently, only to find that it is there, in our own backyard........ we only needed to look for its colorful presence.
This is how I read this Emily and as always your words make us think, that is a good thing. You and nature are truely connected.
A season of change, it seems to be, looking in the distance, beyond tomorrow for that passion.........that change. We wait patiently, only to find that it is there, in our own backyard........ we only needed to look for its colorful presence.
This is how I read this Emily and as always your words make us think, that is a good thing. You and nature are truely connected.
Oh, don't change this, Emily, it's perfect. This definitely bears witness of the glory and beauty of the world around you. I love your imagery and the strength of your words.
When Autumn comes and the leaves change, the poets have a feeding frenzy. I could visualize all the leaves and the canopy of colors.
I loved the flow, the words just roll off my tongue!
Great job with this!
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..