Autumn leaves are so beautiful in their crinkled and wrinkled state. They bring out the poet in me.
I guess it is no surprise that I sketched this in ink....
and wrote a Haiku:
The first leaf of fall
Greeted me early one day
Gently floating down
What a wonderful way to celebrate the coming of fall!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Teri! Poetry just seems to fit, sometimes, doesn't it!
ReplyDeleteYour leaf is a poem itself Teri.
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