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In the final chapter of autumn, we will still be infused
with her colors and inspiration,
her invigoration,
if only
in our memories.
Note: These will probably be my last photos this year
of the inspiring colors of autumn.
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It’s not that we pack away autumn,
tucked away for next year
but her fire burns deeper now,
into our memories.
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As the leaves fly, high up on the ridge, swirling
in late autumn, the bears within
our spirits, lose their hold,
claws releasing
as a oneness returns pulling us
back into peace,
with the smell pine trees
and the healing of the cold air.
We can walk even further now.
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Now you might wonder why do I use his own photos? Well, that’s easy, there are two reasons really. One, is that it’s much easier and faster!
I remember starting out blogging, and searching for hours for just the right picture, to go with a piece of fiction, or a poem. And I realized I could write a lot more, and have a lot more time for everything, if I used what I already had. I can also find my own photos easily.
And to be honest I’ve always loved photography. I have thousands of photos from different devices, though I’m not a professional. So, part of my walking hobby is to go into nature and photograph what I find.
I have also found that I can start with a photograph, and write a poem around it! So cool!
So, it works well for me. It is rare that I use a photo outside of my own library, but it simply means I couldn’t find a match for the poem.
And yes, it is true my photographs are copyrighted, so please don’t use them without my permission.
I wish you peace.
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Our mountains seem quieter now, the silence
of bare trees, fewer boots disturbing
the trails, and creatures of the forest
choosing to stay
indoors, preferring the burrows
of warm earth, covered
with layers of dry leaves.
As the hawk flies further away
searching for her food.
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I was caught off guard suddenly, by a rush
or gust perhaps, flying by me in a blur of light
either a hawk, a spirit unseen
or the last wind of autumn
leaving
in a hurry.
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With a few leaves dangling, bare limbs in the wild wind
strain and pull one way, then another
as mustangs paw, and nibble the stubble
shaking their heads, snorting disapproval
as the snow falls, on their backs
next to the stream still freezing,
in Cheyenne.
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