Tag Archives: autumn

As the colors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light

As the col­ors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. As the col­ors wash from the trees, touched by autumn light As the black­birds sing their final ser­e­nades in the late after­noon hours As red squir­rels hurry through crum­bling leaves to find their hid­den stacks Of acorns ripe and

Autumn treasures ripe

Autumn trea­sures ripe, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Autumn trea­sures ripe Falling into cozy beds Of rustling blan­kets © Thorsten Becker

Childhood dreams of yore

Worlds of child­hood dreams, hid­den from us in plain sight, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Child­hood dreams of yore Hid­den amongst for­est’ trees Walk slow to find them © Thorsten Becker

Woodland creatures features – Part 1

Wood­land crea­tures fea­tures – Part 1, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Here now care­fully I approach Tread­ing lightly through tall grass So that I may not encroach May not get too close, tres­pass Upon wood­land crea­tures’ ter­ri­tory Oth­er­wise they may take flight Before I can tell the story Of their motions’ gen­tle stride © Thorsten

I shall forever be autumn’s child

I shall for­ever be autumn’s child, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Here it comes, that first chill in the air, that blue mes­sen­ger from the north, the first sil­ver light that fil­ters through fad­ing green. Barely notice­able, summer’s final days have arrived. Softly the trees begin to sing their farewell songs. Autumn’s first breath passes

The seeds of your soul

The seeds of your soul, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In spring let your beauty shine Make the eyes rejoice In summer’s fra­grant splen­dor May you be known by your sweet scent Thus when autumn’s sil­very cloak Falls upon the misty land The seeds of your soul The deeds of your heart Will be given

An autumn dream

An autumn dream, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Come and fol­low the mossy path Down by the wil­low trees, past weath­ered stone walls. Walk through the mist that dances in the fad­ing sun. Feel the rustling under your feet, of fallen leaves Care­fully placed as a blan­ket to warm your feet. And as you make