Leaves curling, turning.
Soon, swish-crunch under foot as
summer slides away.
Cold months in view come too soon;
hibernation seems fitting.
Photographer: Sandra Bortocha
BubblingWordClouds
Flick's Poetry & Thoughtfield: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” Rumi
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