Leaves have blackened turned into mulch
Beauty surrendered—winter’s touch
Cold winds blow in evening dusk
Birds flying high on currents warm
Images seen in shadow swarms
Forest animals smell of musk
Wolves and bears prepare for the snow
Fur thickens to keep from the cold
Chilled clouds moving in wind seem brusque.
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Poetry Form: Nove Otto
The Bag Lady 
“Forest animals smell of musk” Enjoyed the descriptions. 🙂
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Lovely take
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The winter season is here. I love this part: Beauty surrendered—winter’s touch. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you!
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Nice one
much♡love
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