The air grows crisp
brittle as the dying leaves
as the orange comes
mingling gold with scarlet flash
the geese take flight
wings were born for this
the spiral circles
call deep
my spirit vibrates
with the cry
to go
Joining Peter and the gang talking orange
3 comments:
Beautiful thought on Orange leaves turning and falling and wings to travel to do our Lord's bidding.
Oh, how I love the brazen colors of fall. And yes, there's something in the air that screams, "fly!". Beautiful words here today. Thank you.
Love it! Well done and well presented.
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