The coppery leaves
Match her hair
As it blows gently in the cool breeze.
Her yellow skirt ruffles
Butter-colored leaves chasing at her hem
It is autumn.
Match her hair
As it blows gently in the cool breeze.
Her yellow skirt ruffles
Butter-colored leaves chasing at her hem
It is autumn.
Lovely poem and picture. I love how the light sort of reflects onto Felicity's hair.
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Your poem is exquisite, and Felicity is beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image and poem, too. I like the lighting of the photograph and your use of colour ("copper", "buttery") in the poem!
ReplyDeleteNice pic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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