The Gift


In the yellow, the gold, and reds of autumn, we receive the gift

unwrapped, from the One

who made the leaves.


Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

20 thoughts on “The Gift

  1. Beautiful photographs. Your words are lovely. The gift of the leaves may come “unwrapped”, but the visual of your words in this thought is something I can unfold and enjoy every time I look at the “gift”. Autumn leaves come as a gift unwrapped. Lovely Nicodemus.

  2. Beautiful Nico. I’m in the mountains working on my story again. I have the last bit of autumn left here with the gift of these beautiful leaves hanging on for there last show.

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