Autumn
It’s hard to see such colors,
shades of colors, achromatic colors,
bare nature, laden with fruit, the blood of the grape.
When the night is stalking the day-light
behind the trees the magenta gleam of twilight
is whispering, now.
It’s hard to see such colors,
shades of colors, achromatic colors,
bare nature, laden with fruit, the blood of the grape.
When the night is stalking the day-light
behind the trees the magenta gleam of twilight
is whispering, now.
soulpics 
Your fotos brillant as always. And your lines cover the flair of this moments necely, too. You must have learnt both …
That’s right. Before I studied photography I learned it – writing for a daily newspaper – from scratch, had some, especially one excellent teacher…But to be honest: It’s really challenging (for a german guy) to write the lines in english, but I started this blog when I lived in the States…thx. Klaus and all the best, th.
love your poetry — both in your photos and words.