chill in the morning air
brings blessed relief
soothes my fevered thoughts
aromas become crisp
tart apple on my tongue
change is in the air
possibilities wind-blown leaves
swirling at my feet
edges newly turned
crimson, pumpkin, gold
some worship spring
verdant and fertile
but I am a woman of the North
explosion of my colors
rich in the fading light
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Image courtesy of Google, HekateDraculea/DeviantArt
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Stunning imagery, Christine.
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Thank you so much Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Christine!
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I love the lines “..but I am a woman of the North/explosion of my colors/rich in the fading light”. All together a riveting piece of poetry!
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I am so glad they spoke to you.
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