when words fail like falling leaves
soft at our feet
yellow, orange, and red
we gather in piles
run through
throw in the air
these dying words
beautiful on the ground
grow crisp and dry
crinkle under foot
now speaking a language all their own
music of prayer and laughter
song of dreams and children
little feet on leaves
in the springtime
after the snow has melted
crocus tickles the earth
awake
budding words
poke out and try again
so lovely- thank you for the feast of pictures and word images. The pics of your girls on the previous post are awesome!
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