Have you observed the November sky? It looks so innocent and so undone It’s not the same as in July A visible phenomenon made by

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
Have you observed the November sky? It looks so innocent and so undone It’s not the same as in July A visible phenomenon made by
The golden crowns of the autumn splendorFlamboyant orange croton leavesThe yellow and the crimson chrysanthemumsEye pleasing and beautiful scenes.Sweet alyssum carpets the groundAs though protesting
A golden path laid under my feet A golden path reminder of my blessings. Another year that my eyes can see As maple trees and
Just take a look Each flower tells you something each stem, each petal – is a stroke of wonder, a magic that brings your soul
Magic of sunset takes my breath away. The golden brims are so magnetic, The dim glimmering light makes me hopeful and poetic. The faint light
A sound of a thunder. Clouds puffed out into an angry gray July’s sky opened in wonder Freeing cool droplets of rain. It feels as