a last red leaf
succumbs to rain,
alone
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: I always relate to the last leaf, clinging to a bare tree. Not ready to face the unknown. This icy December, poinsettias are the most common red plant. Happy Holiday Hubbub! Still working on my whale of wrapping.
21 thoughts on “Seasons of Red”
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MAKING WAY FOR BROWN AND GREY…
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Brown and grey must have their day. 😉
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How true! 🙂
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Simple and beautiful.
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Thank you!
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ENJOY!!
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Hilarious! And you, too!
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I love how the colour of the picture gives more meaning to those beautiful words.
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Thank you. What a lovely comment. Have a great day!
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Really liked this festive photo and lovely poem, Brenda.
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Thanks, Jet. Lots of red unfolding in my house.
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Lovely as usual. 😊
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Thanks, Toni! Happy Holidays.
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Really lovely!
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Thanks! The rain gives everything a shine.
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aw, here’s to the last survivor!
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Absolutely!
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Lovely poem and pic.
I love them all.
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How kind. Thanks!
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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