leaves, withered and brown
lie waiting for the morrow
purposed through seasons
© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals.
My writing and creative endeavors can be found at my blogs, BrewNSpew (Coffee-break Scuttlebutt) and PoetryPalette (Poetry, a seasonal state of mind), where I have gathered a following of kindred souls who share my passion for writing.
I am the author of two books, Seasoned Delights, A Haiku Collection; and Mama, me and Mother Nature. I am also a published author at Spillwords Press.
Amazon Author Page link amazon.com/author/francieugeniahoffman
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Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils. – Cyril Connolly
We should learn from nature. Everything gets recycled and utilized.
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So true, Sadje!
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Nature’s ability to refurbish her colourful world is truly amazing.
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Yes, it is, Ivor!
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So beautiful, wise and insightful, My Dear E!!
xoxo 💖🌹😊
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Thank you for your delightful comment, Chuck! 🤗
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My pleasure!!!
xoxo
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Nice!
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Thank you, V.J.
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Welcome!
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