
Every autumn I take photos of trees.
Photos of trees that are red orange gold.
Red orange gold, colors flaming under a sky lit with sun and salted with clouds.
Salted with clouds, the sun sifts through creating light and shadow.
Light and shadow of an autumn day.
Whoa! Using the last line to start the first line on your poem gives an internal rhythm and reinforcement of the image. The words “salted with clouds” are great. Look how well you are venturing into poetry land, Vickie.
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Thanks Lynn, but I have no plans to venture into poetry. I don’t have that kind of talent.
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You have a perceptive heart.
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I’m not big on poetry, however I like this.
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Thank you! I’m not a poet. That would take a special talent that I don’t have. However, sometimes I’m inspired by something, and I write something that is a bit poetical.
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I love poetry and simple is the most pleasurable. Your poem speaks well of our dear season of autumn.
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Thanks, Sally. I’m not a poet, but every now and then I can get a bit lyrical.
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Beautiful photo
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Autumn is so beautiful, isn’t it? I have tons of pics of autumn too!
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