The Falling Season
Echoes of Mama
Lustering scarlet like the Burning Bush in autumn, Mama was audacious in her lifetime.
Unmatched in the beauty of her gaze, her mind, and her heart ... Then
Salient silence stole our Mother Nature away in sickness
Though only for a time ...
In seasons of pain and joy, we hold onto the Hope of God that we will see her again as
North-conjured winds crystalize blankets of frost upon our day-dreamed journeys.
Echoes of Mama's love add springs to our future steps as memories germinate in our minds.
October originates outstanding hues which cascade
Delicately into November; disappearing in December while the
Evening sun sets.
About the Creator
Khoi Verona
📝💕 True Writer-at-Heart / Active Dreamer/ Award-winning Educator ... I strive to create positive, uplifting pieces for children and adults.
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Comments (2)
✍️ Beautiful... You brought back memories. I especially appreciated, "North-conjured winds crystalize blankets of frost upon our day-dreamed journeys. /Echoes of Mama's love add springs to our future steps as memories germinate in our minds." Lovely Work! ✍️👏✍️
This is so beautifully written. I love how the changing seasons mirror your mother’s strength and spirit.