growing up, autumn was a season of flaming maples…the area where I live now is populated by conifers so change shows up differently . . . in rusty grasses, late wildflowers, low angles of light. As winter draws close, colour and sound soften to a hush.
autumn sky
a wash of blue berries
on the juniper
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Ontheland 
“a wash of blue berries” – love! Also that you split the blue and berries.
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Thank you, Lynne 🙂
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Lovely pairing of the photo and your beautifully descriptive poem.
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Thank you, Eugi 🙂
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My pleasure! 😊
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Beautiful lines and the image! Well shared 🎉💕😊
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Thank you :)🌲
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🤗😊
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