The yellow leaves seemed to dance,
swaying to the rhythm of the breeze.
A final celebration of their summer
before giving in to the coming winter.
I had to stand patiently, to watch them,
waiting to take a picture of their dance,
hoping they would pause just long enough,
bowing before they left their stage.
Beautiful and poetic. Those are gorgeous colours, Speedway.
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Thank you, Dive. When I make these, I'm just trying to keep the lines of copy reasonable looking length. When I enter them centered, I'm surprised that they even begin to resemble something like poetry; if I were to purposely attempt to write a poem, it would fall within the realm of the filthiest limerick you might imagine.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, too, Gunn. I appreciate your input as I think a lot of your pictures are beautiful
Ooooh, I was so tempted to give you the first line of a limerick to finish off, but that way madness lies. I have to make dinner and get a lot of crap done before bed and if we started trading limericks I'd still be sitting here at breakfast time.
ReplyDeleteThat's OK, Dive> I'd get pornographer's block anyway. ;-D
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