swooping screeching gulls
above crashing roar of waves
fiery red fox streaks
painted lady flies
new colors in once green halls
in the age of fall
blue frogs go leaping
and puddles make a big splash
wind whistles a tune
rich flowers on gold
a festival of colors
in tangled lime fields
this poem takes to cottage country little ways north from my place Bravo!
Beautiful poem and more beautiful pic. Nice one, Evelyn. Top score
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully expressed with nice metaphors.top scores.