Leaves pressed into the path,
a permanent scrapbook of fall.
Pop art forms by the Isar
shapes ripple, rise, and fall.
Still, nothing’s breathing–
colors stall.
The trees launch crinkly confetti
bombs, leaves liberated at last.
Take cover in a graffiti underpass,
silence sticks quick
to undecorated walls.
Welcome to our hollow fall.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
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crinkly confetti…standards maintained! 👍
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Why, thanks Hobbo. I feel fall here and it feels glorious.
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My bestest, favouritest season by a country mile! 👍
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[…] Hollow Fall […]
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I love it!
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Thank you. 😁
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That image is a perfect match for your autumnal celebration.
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Thank you, Misky. I walked partnach gorge last fall. A very inspiring place.
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Reblogged this on Yard Sale of Thoughts and commented:
Throwback Thursday. If you missed this one last year, it came to mind today, and so I thought I’d repost it. Happy Thursday!
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Wonderful vivid descriptions sprinkled throughout – great tribute to autumn. ❤ Really enjoyed this, K! 🙂
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