Birds are leaving

by Dagmar Wilson   Aug 27, 2019


How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches
making wine from grapes.
Home is calling my name.

Fall
the season between sommer and winter
leaves are falling, birds are leaving
flying kites on a breezy day.
It all seems like yesterday.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful, I love the season of Fall when the leaves are turning burgundy and there is a slight bite to the wind. You portray a beautiful place full of nostalgia. I wish I could nominate it but I 've run out :( Still one for my favourites. Much love Milly x

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