The quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub this week is hosted by merrildsmith who asks us to use “blanket” in our poem of 44 words.

Bland tans and shades of faded ocher
blanket the hills, setting the scene
with splashes of brilliant canary and saffron
Autumn comes to lay her cloak
of colored leaves upon the fertile soil,
shielding tender seeds
from Winter’s chill
rich beauty, gone too soon
California Dreaming — The Mamas and The Papas
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Beautiful against that blue sky! But all that rich color does fade too soon.
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Oh yes, the shortest season of all 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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You’ve captured the poignant beauty of Autumn here 🍂🍁
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Thank you so much. It is my absolute fav time of year. 🙂
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You’ve painted a lovely stage for that tree to dance upon. I swear that tree is dancing!
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I’ve always love the way aspens in particular sway and dance in the wind. *sigh* 🙂
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