My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #22
I sense the seasons
walking in a wild garden
alone among trees
changing outlines and colours
securing time with leaves
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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Also very apt to the New Forest where I am walking with the doggerels now.
Read out a few times and it has a resonance.
G:)
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Thanks Graeme. Many years ago I took my daughter to the New Forest. She was about four or five then and loved horses and ponies, so she was in her element. I like horses a lot, but trees are my thing, so we both had a wonderful time!
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I like the idea of securing time with leaves! It conjures up all sorts of possibilities.
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A beautiful description in poetic form the changing of the seasons. Watching the colors and the trees changing their coating until all the leaves are gone for another Spring. Good poem. – jk
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Thank you 😉
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