Fall is the kindest season,
the way it drenches the trees with color,
then lets each glorious leaf sail away,
as if beauty is a burden meant for release
and worth is what stays behind,
ready for anything.
Fall is the kindest season,
the way it drenches the trees with color,
then lets each glorious leaf sail away,
as if beauty is a burden meant for release
and worth is what stays behind,
ready for anything.
What an eloquent expression of Autumn. Here’s an autumn song for you by the late great Nancy LaMott.
Enjoy! And thank you! Xoxo
Oh I do love that song. First heard it sung by Streisand. LaMott’s rendition is equally beautiful. .Thank you, friend, for commenting on this poem.
Lovely. Thank you for honoring my favorite season.
And thank you for honoring me with your words.
Oh my Jean, how I so love your beautiful words. Thank you for sharing your splendid gift of writing…simply divine. 💛🧡💚
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Thank you for your constant kindness.