Drawn to the hole in the ceiling of my thoughts
The smallest place where the stars whisper secrets
Falling against the backdrop of night
These days overshadowed by a moon so bright.
I caught a glimpse of blue
Un impeded by the pushiness of clouds
Suspended I drift
Stopped at the glass above me,
Held in by the walls and the chill
Of a strange October day.
I look up the see the confetti
Leaves falling as far as the eye can see
And they mirror the soul as they meander their way
Touching down like tissue paper
See through shells of their yesterday
Faded to yellow and brown,
Having shed the Rose red gown
As they had lived one last day
Waving to the mere mortals down below
Never realizing the ball must end,
And here they sit
Reflective images of my thoughts,
Sitting idle pressed to a clear view
Outside peering in,
Waiting for the next journey to blow them away
Into the earth
Death that comes on another day.
Thanks Kat,
Took that from the back sun room in the house, leaves watching me through the glass. I was happy with the results,the things you see when looking up😊☀️⭐️K
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Lovely loveliest of loveliness. And the photo is majestic, too. ❤
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Thank you Russ. I do so enjoy the Reds though, and miss them when gone, fading to pale yellow into brown these days or on so,e varieties of trees, already gone. Peace and blessings, K
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Beautiful snapshot of transformation, and of endings being necessary for new beginnings.
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Inspiration comes from all sorts of unexpected places 😀
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You can even turn this message into a poem itself. Beautiful! 😉
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Thank you so much Sherrie, still finding myself intrigued by the fall colors, although the real vibrancy has been depleted, special moments can still make me smile😊🍁🍁
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Thank you Andy, poor hubby was wondering what I was doing staring up at the ceiling with the iPad….fun shots…sometime I get it right. Thanks so much, K
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My skylight in the sunroom….the sky kept changing and the leaves looked like little trapeze artists just hanging there. Thanks and thank you so kindly, K
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“Drawn to the hole in the ceiling of my thoughts
The smallest place where the stars whisper secrets ..”
-These two lines are suburb! Very beautiful.-
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I often wondered what the leaf feels and thinks before it falls into its long sleep, Beautifully penned for this shot 🙂
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Perfectly lovely for this fall day…and the photograph is breathtaking! – Fawn
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