Arches In The Mist

Trees arching from the afternoon autumn mist.

Beckoning nature’s call.

Leaves of illumination dance up into the sky.

Turning to entrance this glimpse, inspiration abounds within my heart. 

Was this a dream or a message to turn onto the page?

Path by path guided my friend; all I could see was a mist of colors.

Telling my soul how to fly.

 Autumn tells her story with bellowing crisp winds.

A painter’s brush stretching past the eyes imagination… (c) Mary Anne Abdo

Autumn’s Morning Breaking Through (c) Mary Anne

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