All we have are souvenirs
of moments gone by –
traces of tears
shadows of laughter
and the feeling they left behind.
Summer bequeathed to Autumn
her seeds and skeletons
for time to choose
which to bury
or resurrect
season
after
season.
All we have are souvenirs
of moments gone by –
traces of tears
shadows of laughter
and the feeling they left behind.
Summer bequeathed to Autumn
her seeds and skeletons
for time to choose
which to bury
or resurrect
season
after
season.
The photo caught my eyes and the words with feelings about summer’s ending and fall arriving kept me. 🙂
Tears and souvenirs are great descriptive words!
Perfect blending words and picture!!!!
lovely picture and words, Imelda 🙂
Just checking, was this supposed to be wordless? 🙂 There are some nice thoughts here, Imelda. 🙂