The leaves tumble and twirl.
A sudden gust whirls them into spirals.
Eddies send them end over end;brittle, they skitter on pavement.
A momentary pause before the next onslaught.
Tossed in the air,released from their summer quarters,
at the mercy of each draft,
their dance reveals the invisible.Edited to add: Emma from silverpebble is having a making winter bloghop.
Really fun to see what people are doing.
Lovely - both your words and photos. I enjoy all of them a lot!
ReplyDeleteYou just wrote a poem and it's beautiful, as are your pictures.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blustery day.
It is gray today and damp.
Yesterday evening the clouds moved in and I did take some pictures. They (not the pics.) were fantastic.
I envy your blowing-leaf shots! My camera just won't catch them. It always focuses on the wrong thing.
ReplyDeleteHopping over from Silverpebble. Thanks for the lovely photos and words.
Brilliant pictures, so evocative of a blustery autumn day!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant pictures, so evocative of a blustery autumn day!
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