Image: Charlie Parant Appetite for Photos |
Time hides between the second hands
while evening takes the hinterlands;
the treetops bask in orange glow
as twilight falls upon the land.
Their shadows dance, simpatico;
as daylight fades we watch them grow;
while Autumn sings her ripened tune
and summer bedlam starts to slow.
And through the trees, a harvest moon
now peaks through shroud of cloud cocoon
ever soft, her afterglow
whispers “Winter’s coming soon.”
As late day sky
turns indigo
the cawing of a lonely crow
reminding us it’s time to go;
...reminds again, it's time to go.
© Ginny Brannan 2017
*Image taken by Charlie Parant and used here with expressed written permission from photographer.
Note: the image is formatted correctly. It is a reflection in the water, hence appears "upside down."
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