135. fall
the leaves are turning
green gives way to gold
gold yields to fire red
the metaphorical burning
clearing out
letting go of the spent
to make space for the new
the circle of life continues
recognize it
embrace it
let go
clean out
survive the winter
open to receive
the spring of endless possibility
photothought 
These colors are great, as is the bokeh. Your poem is beautiful too. Thanks for making bringing renewal and “endless possibilities” into my consciousness.
September 30, 2010 at 4:02 pm
gracias infinitas
October 1, 2010 at 3:08 pm