Sometimes a picture stays with me, nudging my soul; and as I try to find the perfect words, each revision continually falls short. Perhaps that’s what poetry is for me – An unending search to assign meaning to life’s unique events
Here is yet another attempt to capture a small moment
Autumn’s sweetest rose
touched by flames of fall fire
-and a bit of frost
Yeap! I know what you mean. It’s like a miniature haunting, till it finally shows itself. you got it!
And, you captured it so well!