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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Wonderful imagery you’ve created with your writing, Penny!
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Thank you!! 💖
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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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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🙂
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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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