There are more waves to come but today we’ll have something a little different.
Autumn
The rosy florets of bay willow
By hoary breath of some enchanter
Are translated into feathery plumes,
White as angel wings,
And leaves, brittle red and papery thin,
Carpet the thirsty brown soil.
Margaret Gill
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Filed under Colour, Flowers, Nature, Pattern, photography, Poem, Texture, Thoughts, Uncategorized
Tagged as autumn flowers, feathery plumes, pink, rose bay willow herb, rosy florets, seed heads, seed propogation, wild flowers
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