Fall…Fell
Leaves
Almost Autumn
“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.” ― Henry Beston
Wordles Wednesday – In the Bleak Midwinter
Caught in the Wind
Caught in the wind
like lonely crow’s caw of despair.
Caught in the wind
words spilled, lost to the world, then pinned
against a branch – a scrap of prayer,
tattered and flapping, yet still there,
caught in the wind.
This is a Rondelet (see below for sepcifics) written in response to “Fussy Little Forms” at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
I couldn’t find who took the photo. If it’s yours let me know and I’ll either credit you, or remove it, as you choose.
The Rondelet is a seven line French poetry from with the following rhyme and meter:
Line 1 :: A—four syllables
Line 2 :: b—eight syllables
Line 3 :: A—repeat of line one
Line 4 :: a—eight syllables
Line 5 :: b—eight syllables
Line 6 :: b—eight syllables
Line 7 :: A—repeat of line one
Wordless Wednesday – Leavings
Photo by Mary Bach
He Said – She Said
-Photo by Mary Bach
“When the last leaf falls,
what will die within us?”
-Sheniz Janmohamed
Wordless Wednesday – Macro
Wordless Wednesday -Autumn Leaves
Changing
By Mary Bach
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