The leaves were rooted to the branch,
before the winds swept them away,
a subtle lift, and they scattered…
in the clear November skies.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
The leaves were rooted to the branch,
before the winds swept them away,
a subtle lift, and they scattered…
in the clear November skies.
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
Sacred Touches 
So lovely. My Smooth Sumack is almost stripped of all it’s bright red leaves.
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No many leaves have changed colors here or for that matter even fallen from the trees. I love the red leaves on sumac. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Every season is a gift and inspired poetry … it’s beautiful
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You are so right! I’m glad you enjoyed Neha’s post. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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This seemed like a particularly glorious autumn. Best to you Natalie! Catherine
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Oh, I’m so glad it was, Catherine. We have ones like that sometimes too. Ours has been wonderful weather and rain wise but the leaves are just now starting to show signs of changing colors which may mean that a hard freeze will get them and then the leaves will just turn black and fall off the trees. We’ll just have to wait and see. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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We still have remnants of the sugar maples here in Upstate NY. Your poem captured the leaves so aptly.
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Oh I’ll bet they are lovely. This was a reblog and so another blogger, Neha, wrote the poem. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Hugs, N 🙂
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Thanks for letting me know. All the best to you, M A 🙂
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Such a lovely bit of poetry, and such a beautiful image.
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I’m glad you enjoyed Neha’s post. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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