nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Splendor of another kind
death takes everything in the end, but how splendid the decay can be. I'm not quite sure how much it fits into the prompt, which it to capture the fleeting beauty of the autumn leaves. But autumn leaves aren't only bright and colorful, they are also dull, dark and rotting from the moment they leave the branches. For me, there's two sides of the season (as it is to life) — and they are equally beautiful.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Poets
