by Joan Moos
Armed with my camera, I head out on this blindingly sunny day in a desperate final attempt to capture the warmth and beauty that are embracing me. I know, all too well, that tomorrow all the colorful forms that combine to make up this picturesque masterpiece called autumn will be gone with the rain, and the force of the wind, and we shall be left with only the cold, barren landscape that summons the arrival of winter. As the curtain rises on Act IV, “Winter,” then shall I retreat into my cocoon by the warming embers of the fire. There I will look through, and hold on to the last glorious vestiges of autumn, through each snapshot, as time, for awhile, stands still, and I relive the beauty of yesterday and renew my spirit. More poems by Joan Moos can be found in her book, “To Soar: Life is an Attitude”, available in most online bookstores.
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Gloria
12/25/2017 14:19:54
Great poem!
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