seems every corner these days,
yellow reluctance hangs from the trees
but can you maybe see the small promise
in the perchance-forgetfulness
of coming wintry rimes
where we might biding sleep
’til wakened by warmer times
© Sarah Whiteley
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Nice write, Sarah! Well contrasted, inspiring close! 🙂
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Ah..even the leaves resist entering winter and hang on as long as they can before falling in defeat.
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Lovely autumn poem, Sarah, nature is stalling winter.
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🙂 thank you!
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So lovely Sarah. I love ‘yellow reluctance.’
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thank you! 🙂
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