the flame sways
in meditative radiance
*
remembering days filled with laughter amidst
autumnal golds and browns
*
breathing air thick with scents of
damp earth and ripe berries and rotting plants
and sugarbeet
*
a small hand held
within age-gnarled fingers
frog wellies stomping through
fallen leaves
*
days now circled beneath the wheel
gone but not forgotten
*
as the flame sways
This post is for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is Rounded.
I’ve actually had these pictures on my computer for a while now. I was just wondering what to do with them when I spotted this week’s WPC. I thought they’d fit the theme perfectly.
Lovely!!
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Thank you!
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This is simply lovely, Louise.
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Thank you, Sue. 🙂 I’m glad you like it.
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Lovely photos and a delightful poem. Why am I not surprised you’d think of sugar beet to include in an autumnal poem? 😀 The season is in full sing now.
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Thanks, Mum. 🙂 You know how much I’ve always loved the smell of sugarbeet!
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I certainly do . . . ! Mind you, we hadn’t much choice, living in Newark, had we? If you didn’t like the smell it was tough luck. 🙂
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I vaguely remember disliking it the first year we lived in Newark, but by the next Autumn it was the best smell ever. 🙂 I could smell it on the air this morning, even through here in Lincoln.
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Lovely poem Louise!
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Thank you, Shivangi. 🙂
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So lovely
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Thanks, Lynn. 🙂
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I love the sensory images in this. The smells of autumn are so distinct 🙂 Beautiful.
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Nicely done. Lovely imagery. I so remember the smell of sugar beet in Newark
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It’s one of those smells that’s hard to forget. Visitors to Newark generally hate it, but if you live there for any amount of time, you quickly learn to love it – or you move away!
I’m glad you enjoyed the post, Derrick. 🙂
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