Goose14 Oct 2008 03:16 pm
I think im lost in the color wheel
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
Fall poem by John Muir
I think im lost in the color wheel
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
Fall poem by John Muir
Hi,
I love the close-up photo of the leaves. I do not love the spelling of the word “wheel”.
Ever the nag,
me
But I do like the poem – especially this line:
“..cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.”