Poetry

Brightest

I am aw by the reds and bright oranges all around me.

It has me lighting up inside like a little kid at Christmas time.

I can’t get enough, and I hope to capture its beauty before winter.

But only nature knows when the last leaf will fall.

But I will now enjoy the beautiful colors and let them fill me with joy!

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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