As the wind was blowing,
Sweetly and serene,
It caressed her softly,
Awakening sentiments
That on a feeble flight
Touched the ground.
The depth of her soul
Turned golden bronze
With red highlights
Bearing dried fruits,
Semi-sweet, bitter-sweet.
The autumn of her life
Had arrived at her door!
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lovely write, descriptive.
ReplyDeleteLovely :)
ReplyDeletewoweeeee, belita...love this....and I think I can remember that season of my life...dunno for sure....seems eons ago...LOL. This is great..what an enjoyable write ( i do think when we read something we can relate too, it touches us . )
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This is lovely, Belita. Indeed, a certain stage of life is quite bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteThose fruits of age ... the Autumn of our life ... the fruitfulness and the fulfillment... beautiful indeed Loved this poem Belita thankyou xx
ReplyDeleteThose fruits are badges to me. "Feeble flight" I like that immensely. Very nice Belita
ReplyDeletevery nice
ReplyDeletelove these words! great photo and poem!
ReplyDeleteBelita, this is WONDERFUL!
ReplyDeleteCreative Challenge # 155 ~ Bittersweet
Very Nice Poem and very descriptive--Barb
ReplyDeleteVery cool;)
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just fantastic, words & image~~
ReplyDeletevery nice.
ReplyDeleteAhhh.... And so be it. :)
ReplyDeleteCome what may, let it be...bitter or sweet.
ReplyDeletei kinda like the autumn years - it's the winter that chills me :) lovely expression, beautiful details
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