Pennies
and rust
and sunsets.
Copper.
The colors
of the season.
The earth
turns it's back
on the sun
and begins the process
of a winter's nap.
Leaves crunch underfoot,
announcing your presence
on the trail.
A brisk chill
pushes you
down the path.
You pick up the scent
of a campfire.
The quiet of the morning is
disturbed only by your footfalls.
You take in the serenity
of the day.
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*This was posted in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday
photo prompt, #writephoto. If you'd like to get in on the
fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
You really capture the quietness of the moment, Penny.
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It’s a lovely photo, Sue. Thanks for the inspiration!
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🙂 Thanks, Sue.
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Penny, you captured this scene so perfectly. I loved traveling this path in my mind. 💕
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Aww, thank you, Beckie. I’m glad you liked it. I honestly, was not happy with it, but gave up and posted it anyway. 🙂
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I think we are truly hard on ourselves and are our worse critics, because that piece was genuinely lovely! 🤗
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ohhh, thank you!! ❤ ❤
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