In their yellow-most goings,
leaves of maple
ride breezes to the ground.
You can hear their sound
each autumn afternoon
as the crisp air cuts
through the trees
and hurries us along
the golden sidewalks
from A Fury of Motion ©Charles Ghigna
Beautiful, Charles! And I have to tell you, for a moment I thought you had used the same photo I used for my post today! (they are, indeed, different, but very, very similar) Have a great weekend!
Thanks, Matt. I enjoyed walking among your stars!
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
This is really lovely. We're not quite to this point yet, but your poem really makes me want to get there sooner rather than later.
Thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous--I especially love your use of "cuts." Ah, my favorite season...
Thanks, Tricia, for your "lovely," and thanks, Laura, for your "gorgeous" and for hosting us all today!
I love "yellow-most."
Thank you, Ruth.
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