A winding long country road with deep yellow solid line and on both sides a plethora a trees that have turned to deep violet on each side of the road. The adjoining tanka poem: Fall Inside Crows trace black letters across a pale morning sky— fields sigh, half-asleep. What was green now folds violet Cool earth pulling up its quilt. Photography and Poetry @ARW-RAW w/ ArtisstTree
A winding long country road with deep yellow solid line and on both sides a plethora a trees that have turned to deep violet on each side of the road. The adjoining tanka poem: Fall Inside Crows trace black letters across a pale morning sky— fields sigh, half-asleep. What was green now folds violet Cool earth pulling up its quilt. Photography and Poetry @ARW-RAW w/ ArtisstTree
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Fall Inside
Crows trace black letters
across a pale morning sky—
fields sigh, half-asleep.
What was green now folds violet
cool earth pulls up its quilt.
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Photos: #ArtissTree #tanka
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