Hollow Fall

Leaves pressed into the path,
a permanent scrapbook of fall.

Pop art forms by the Isar
shapes ripple, rise, and fall.
Still, nothing’s breathing–
colors stall.
The trees launch crinkly confetti
bombs, leaves liberated at last.
Take cover in a graffiti underpass,
silence sticks quick
to undecorated walls.
Welcome to our hollow fall.

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Hobbo

crinkly confetti…standards maintained! 👍

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Why, thanks Hobbo. I feel fall here and it feels glorious.
  
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  1. Hobbo
    
    My bestest, favouritest season by a country mile! 👍
    
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Hollow Fall – TATER TOTS ON SATURDAY

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tiffanyarpdaleo

I love it!

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you. 😁
  
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Misky

That image is a perfect match for your autumnal celebration.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Misky. I walked partnach gorge last fall. A very inspiring place.
  
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K.Hartless

Reblogged this on Yard Sale of Thoughts and commented:

Throwback Thursday. If you missed this one last year, it came to mind today, and so I thought I’d repost it. Happy Thursday!

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Tom

Wonderful vivid descriptions sprinkled throughout – great tribute to autumn. ❤ Really enjoyed this, K! 🙂

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