Hills cradle us
in a blanket of
autumn colours.
That time of year is coming on. I love it.
Our trees are changing with smatters of gold sprinkling through the hills.
Does poetry come natural, or is it all those years spent in school?
A little bit of both, I think.
I am comforted by that blanket.
Me, too.
Forests bath us, in scents to, Spring’s awakening. (here they do anyway).
In another 6 months they will here…
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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That time of year is coming on. I love it.
Our trees are changing with smatters of gold sprinkling through the hills.
Does poetry come natural, or is it all those years spent in school?
A little bit of both, I think.
I am comforted by that blanket.
Me, too.
Forests bath us, in scents to, Spring’s awakening. (here they do anyway).
In another 6 months they will here…