Dry duck pond

Over the river and through the woods, what colors do you see?

Black and white leaves so much to the imagination.

The fall colors can be as bright and varied

as your mind’s eye allows.

The log bridge can take you where you need to go,

Step into a poem of November’s wondering,

Let it create you anew. Sage grows nearby

and turkeys call from ’round the bends.

Carol Carlisle

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    1. I’ll have to figure out about NaBloPoMo before the month is over. Orange and yellow good choices…thanks for stoping by!

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  7. What a fantastic photo Carol. Just love black and white. I can see all colors in that picture. Really works my mind.

    Neal

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    1. Thanks, wasn’t sure it qualified as a poem, just some words that reflected the picture and how it felt to be there. Guess that’s what poems do.

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