Is it the golden leaves of autumn
Or is my heart on fire?
Are those the rain bearing clouds of November
Or a reflection of my eye’s desire?
Portentous grey firs loom in the distance
An omen of misfortune dire
No, No. I refuse to dive into my dreary thoughts again. There is great beauty in nature’s canvas. I must be positive. Positivity begets the positive. I shift perspective and start again.
Ah the golden leaves of autumn
In applause do deify
Curtains of clouds open
Reveal a caerulean sky
Glory to the Lord
Nature and flora join in outcry
Written based on 100 Word Wednesday photo prompt from Bikurgurl