Mottled colors flutter
like butterflies,
await
the pristine white
canopies —
Wind-parched leaves
mantle the oak-brown
soil with topaz and jasper
above the dormant seeds
of wilted wildflowers —
Hearken to horse-hoof
raindrops,
the muffled fracture
of petioles letting go
at the eleventh hour
when all the coins of time
are spent
and the egrets of winter
alight
upon the emerald cedar
branches.
D. G. Vachal © 2015
Photo credit: Igor Burdin
lilies, sparrows and grass 
beautiful words and photo
Thank you Maureen!
A lovely poem, Dee.
Thank you so much, Ellen!
Thanks Dee. Great to see you posting again. Excellent words and picture as always. Have a blessed and very Merry Christmas.
Thank you RJ. I wish you a blessed a very Merry Christmas too!