I’m running late with everything bar work at the moment but here is my Poetic Tuesday entry ( It’s Friday)
Thanks to Walt for the prompt over at dVerse and good luck to him on the next part of his journey. Our theme is goodbye.
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Autumn is hanging on.
Leaf by golden yellow brown leaf.
Each drop, a gentle gravity called ceilidh.
Toward that final moment.
That last, grasping, fingernail moment.
Of that last leaf.
On that last tree.
That last fall.
Silence.
No longer
Golden.
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Photo by ME
This is Autumn. Perfect.
Anna :o]
Thank You
“Each drop, a gentle gravity called ceilidh” – what a line”! the adjective conjures so well the light fall of leaf rather than the strong pull of magnetic earth
Thank You. I really liked this line when it appeared.
Perfectly captured moment Paul ~
Thanks Grace. An unexpected comment but welcome indeed.