Golden Brown.

Soft pink petals blowing in
the breeze. Falling down,
surrounding me. Sun setting.
Can't keep the tears from,
falling down, in streams.
Heart pumps.
Rapids, pound.
Dreams, dream.
Sometimes without a sound.
Seasons change, their
melodies around. The
leaves, falling now. In
tints of light, are
golden brown.

by Rebecca Navarre

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A marvelous poem on seasons having stunning expression. Most captivating. Enjoyed. Thanks... 10
Very vivid and beautiful images, Rebecca. I feel a sense of loss with time turning. The tears are disturbing... Hope your heart is not burning.