
flowers in autumn
within the flowing mists
such tenacity
poetry, prose, and photography

flowers in autumn
within the flowing mists
such tenacity
wind blows through these trees
memories awakening
tranquility’s song
suburban wanders
as fresh cut grass’ scent dances
memories awake
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “fresh”. As it’s spring here in the suburbs of Seattle, and I’m listening to a mower’s drone, this flowed from my keyboard.

petals scattering
memories of fading spring
summer whispers “soon”
Watching the trees shed their blossoms’ petals is both beautiful and sad. Summer comes on the death of spring.

mists flowing through trees
moisture upon the petals
dreaming of the sun