bareness stretches to share
hollow secrets
with stark branches
remembering
lush green foliage
that once adorned
golden beams smile
knowing – colors will change
with every season, every dawn
vain reflections
know not
they are not real
the Lord and Master rests
with a promise to return
handing over batons
to its beloved Moon
skies relax- reassured
behind deception of gray
Deception

A lovely and seasonal poem, Reena. I loved the handing over of the baton…
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Thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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🙂
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Perfect, thanks.
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Thank you, Chris!
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Nicely written!!
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Thank you, Daisy!
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So lovely Reena! ❤
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Thank you, Deborah!
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This paints a lovely picture, and it has some nice alliteration.
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Thank you so much!
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