Mother's Confused..

[Hippiechick]

Leaving leaves changing
Falling from the fall of an unfinished painting
Reading reds and original oranges
I'm lost in between the tree's

Lovely sun shines above me
A sun that's confused from summers end
Burning the softness of my pale, fall skin
Gracefully as the tree's sway

Leaving leaves changing
Falling from the fall that hasn't quite began ..

[Mac]

Most days it feels like summer but the leaves are saying fall is here. Weather has been strange this year..

mac

[Hippiechick]

Yes, Mac this is what i was conveying! The weather is very strange.. it's hard to let go of the warm, but i'm welcoming the fall!

[TRexroth]

i too love the fall and you said it all in your poem so i'll just say
well done.

[Poeticpiers]

Summer? What happened to ours I wonder but Autumn is lingering longer than usual in compensation My Sweet peas are still putting out fresh blossoms

[feralpen]

Gentle, reflective, yet alive with color and imagination. You write beautifully. You can be very proud of 'Mothers confused'.

Often the stuttering start you speak of is called 'Indian Summer' here. At times it does seem that there is indecision from the Grand Dame.

Good style and clear thought make this a pleasant read.

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