A beautiful autumn sunny Sunday afternoon,
Gold and russet leaves fly and flutter a crackling tune,
As bassoon, flute and violin play on classical radio,
A passing angelic cloud formation wears a ray filled halo,
I float in bliss above the asphalt strata,
Compiling memories in form of photographic data,
These lazy day drives pay dividends to my soul,
This cornucopia of colour never fails to make me whole,
Days like these have me smiling ear to ear,
I can't wait to write down the words describing good cheer,
Then spread them worldwide like seeds of joy to sow,
Watching in awe as others bask in their glow as they grow.
Farls Tokley
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Bark Has Bite feat. Carbuncles
PoesiaA mixed bag, next handful a whole new ball game. This collection of poems was born from Sunday drives with parents as a kid and doing the same with my son. It's fun to listen to our favourite music and watch the scenery fly by. As a teenager and yo...
