Where I live, there is only a very hot summer and a drenching wild monsoon. Occasional trees covered in orange gulmohur blossoms and yellow amaltās (अमलतास) blossoms honor spring and summer. But fall colors as depicted by my friend Sylvia from Seattle, are something new for me.
An appreciation. In the approaching Fall of life....
(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Shrugging off
those
light snowy covers,
sometimes
almost like blankets;
then
letting
the light breezes
massage the bare arms
into sprouting
new growth and leaves;
biting cold winds,
tempered
by a
slowly powering Sun
bursting into
spring and summer,
replete with
wild and wet
flowers and fruit
romancing the birds;
And as
Summer fades into Fall,
she comes into her own,
warm
in mustard yellow,
looking up
into a pure blue cool sky,
the leaves
enriched in gold.
They say 77 is the new 47..
And
she wraps
her confidence
a bit tighter around herself,
smiles
and says,
"It's such a wonderful life,
isn't it !"......
Between A Million And A Billion
1 week ago
Ah, I do recognize her! And most of the time the 47 seems much more appropriate, then there are the days when I have to admit that 77 is more realistic! Always love your words and that you share them!
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