I feel sun’s touch on my body,
smelling fall whispering through trees;
I see the mirrors of peaceful water below,
tasting the gift of “the best is yet to come.”
I hear the birds coming to tuck me in their nest, as I am moss.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (5)
Are you a fall person? Because this gives off peak cozy-autumn vibes!
I love this one. The smell of fall is one of those subtle things that brings me a lot of joy
Excellent piece for the challenge! I especially love, love, love your photograph!! The lighting and everything is just perfect! ^^
Hmm. You have become moss. Interesting transition... ;)
I love this poem so much. The moss is one of the things I miss most about where I used to live. It drapes and hangs from the trees' branches in such a melancholic and calming way. You don't realize its impact until you no longer see it. This poem is well done and the picture brings it to life beautifully.