Placid FallsA Poem by Dream WeaverMy Vision, just breath it in and soak it up..
Sun rise, sun sets. Terra fir ma effortlessly awakened.
Skies drift picture perfect, Trees symbolizing the brisk bustling winds of the approaching autumn.
Placid leaves of burnt orange and red, shades of yellow entrancing burst of visceral ecstasies overflowing apotheosis. Senses heightened a majestic splendor for all to bear witness.
Birds flocking south; signaling seasons change. Shorter day’s begat colder nights, the smell from nestled fireplaces billowing sweet hickory smoke, so pleasantly inhaled.
Morning dew lies heavily like ice crystals atop fading meadows, casting spectrum’s of hues from reflected sunlight. Today the world is good; as for tomorrow one never knows? © 2013 Dream WeaverReviews
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