Fall red orange gold touched leaves tumbling gliding inexorably falling from on high glory to earthbound senescence beauty eroding fading circling back green buds unfurling
I am working on being more mindful of the life I am living and doing the things I enjoy. In this time we live in, it so easy to get caught up in mindless things that I find myself suddenly realizing another day, week, or year has passed like the blink of an eye. I want the blinks to last a little longer and the memories in between to be rich and full of love, laughter, and happiness.
2 comments:
A lovely poem. I like the movement of it and the wonderful use of the colors.
Thanks! :)
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