In early Spring,
fresh emerald, darkens and deepens
and tints of purple-maroon,
stretch along the horizon.
Flower and fruit; the meaning and goal.
As I walk this spring, I observe
the growing clouds of crimson
and a beaten gold of this vast farm.
All these changes. Climate does change.
The morning glow thaws the foliage,
blazing almost blood-red, a decagon fire.
Nevertheless, it is my birthday –
completing this blessing picture.
5 thoughts on “Birthday”
Happy birthday…wish you a wonderful year ahead….Btw the poem had fantabulos imagery…
Thank you! 😃✌️
The photograph and the words connect beautifully Douglas. You were up early I think to catch that wonderful shot. Happy belated Birthday! 🙂
Thank you! or I could have been up all night to catch the image? 😉
I never thought of that! 🤔☺
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