Wordless
by Marcel Aime Duclos

Touches of color
whisper breaths of Autumn–
mystery of change–
refresh with cooler air
a gentle scent
a familiar palette
born of summer greens
before denuded limbs
pencil shadows on blue snow
swaddle buds
until Spring
whispers her soft breath



 


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