…come trickling home

Blue, it beckons us
to go with the morning light
to walk down the paths
beyond the sky
white, the snow whispers about
achingly beautiful
until the hand of time melts the ice
uncovering the frozen patterns of life
green, memories come trickling home
the colours in soft silhouette
everything revealing
© Ann Bagnall
the beauty of the colors is like walking to Paradise!
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Of course the photo is striking, but the picture seems to imitate the poem not just in color, but also in shape. Nice. 🙂
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Thanks! took me a while to find the right photo!
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