
The moment right, the time is here…
The day alight, the sky is clear…
The sun, it sets, a golden hue…
This tree begets, a wondrous view…
Orange and gold, they are not faint…
The colors bold, as if in paint…
Maple magic, to close the day…
No things tragic, I hope and pray.
© 2018 – James Sponseller – mindescapes.net
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Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at https://mindescapes.net. Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:https://buymeacoffee.com/jimsponseller
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That’s a beautiful piece. Nice rhyme and ring to it. Keep up the good work.
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Thank you!
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Fall brings wondrous colors and brilliant poems that cannot be found in Spring. Thanks!
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I am glad you liked it. I should think there would be many things to write poems about in the spring too. I guess we will see 🙂
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What an uplifting poem.
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