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August light catches the roosting falcon. In Indian summer twilight. A momentary lapse in the sombre hues. Cast from the sinking sun. A pause enough for the pale grey feathers. To catch fire.
I gaze out of the frosted window, The cold surface tickling my face, Before me, a sunset canvas, A barrier to outer space.
.. . The. . . . . . . . ... . Bright moon .. ... . . .. .. . . . . . Shines above me. . . . . . . . . . . Reflecting rays. . . . . . . . . Towards the. . . . . . . . . . Sea. . . . . . . . . .. . . .
Listen carefully, Can you hear it. The wind blowing lazily through the trees, Calling out your name. The crickets and coquis chirping, Looking for someone to join their melodious song.
The sea is my lover Leaves from trees I use to cover The sun is my guide And the moon shines for me at night The clouds are my imagination They draw all of my mind's creations The grass is my...
Pretty cherry blossoms blowing on a gentle breeze. Sweet scented perfume floats on the air and tease. An arched canopy of trees with luscious green leaves.
*I'm sorry - it's early, it's awful, I'm exhausted!- #HalloweenParty #Spiders Silver threads of steel matter, A single swoop and it might shatter, Looks so weak yet feels so strong, Holds till...
The fall is flung with hued delight, hung on trees in shivered night.
Red, orange, yellow and green, All the colours that I have seen, On a tree so fierce and tall, And on a tree so shy and ...
#HalloweenParty #Owls The sky is alive, With brilliant spots, Stare straight across, At the million dots. Flying formations, Two to eleven, Another tight loop, Of a trio, then seven.
Gleaming, platinum branches curl into the azure blue heavens. Dazzling, ruby red sunlight sparkles and shimmers off the glimmering, silver tree.
Soothing sounds were made as the water trickled down stream, A stream of crystal clear- diamonds is what it looked like to me, The grassy banks leading down were covered in original, unusual flowers.
I wrote this going on a school trip somewhere and I found it with a lot of sheets so yeah...: Gazing out the window watching drops of rain, Letting things go through your mind; time and time again.
Soaring trees burn with gleaming, copper leaves. Elegantly, swirling on a icy breeze shimmering, bronze leaves dance. Gracefully, nature sprites whisper through the glittering, auburn forest.
The wise old oak is tall and wise, Weeping Willow, she cries and cries, Baby trees don't eat their greens, And Pine trees are just sly and mean.
To have to stand in the pouring rain. To lose your foliage over and over again. To be climbed on and cut up by man and child. To give up and fall over when the wind gets too wild.
@Emma_33 #poem. I sat and watched. As a spider spun its web of beauty. The most wonderful sight. I'm ever likely to see. I laid and listened. As the thunder roared and the rain crashed down.
Ivory sand shimmers in scorching, crimson sun. Sparkling, aquamarine water shines like an expanse of precious crystals. Thunderous hooves gallop swiftly across the marble seashore.
I saw a murder of crows this morning, Hundreds, flying above my head. Jet black clouds, flapping and cawing, Swirling in skies of red. I saw a murder of crows at noon, Like pilots on a mission.
Gleaming golden shafts of sunlight pierce the shimmering, jade leaves. Emerald moss carpets the jagged, obsidian black rocks.
As the sun peeps over the horizon Night has gone to rest I wonder whether the sun shall shine.
Step out of the door, The cold chill sends ice through my spine. The warm colours tells me autumn has arrived. A season of paradoxes.
As I walk along, The lush green grass, That bends under my feet, I close my eyes, Tilt my head to the sky, And bask in the midday suns heat, I say a prayer, To some unknown deity, And then leisurely...
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