Crisp, crushed, chaotic leaves,
fallen.My steps taken,
trodden.My feet; the mortar’s pestle,
solemn.Kaleidoscope of abstract art,
autumn.Nature’s unframed canvas; so infinite,
calling.
~ an EWK ‘work-in-progress’ Poe’em ©2016 EWK
Crisp, crushed, chaotic leaves,
fallen.My steps taken,
trodden.My feet; the mortar’s pestle,
solemn.Kaleidoscope of abstract art,
autumn.Nature’s unframed canvas; so infinite,
calling.
~ an EWK ‘work-in-progress’ Poe’em ©2016 EWK
So lovely!
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