
What is not to love
with autumn
a crescendo of color
from warm to cold
green grass covered in frost
from lull to storm
birds in formation
navigator set to south
nature smells
of settling down
Life is a cycle, ride on. Ha de Gött!
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love this one, Ulle: your simple, wonderful ode to autumn; eat your heart out, Keats 🙂
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Thank you so much. Compared to Keats, if you hear about a man exploding in Sweden it’s probably me bursting with pride 🙂
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jahahahahahahhahahhahhha; priceless 🙂
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Beautiful
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