A photograph I took a couple of weekends ago. I love the autumn colours and the last of the fruit of the season. There’s something so precious about this and it gives hope for another spring.
The words of the poem are mine:
the pyramids still stand so why shouldn’t I walk away with a smile in my future and a seed of hope like a spark in the night why shouldn’t there be a crown somewhere ahead or at the very least a rosebush thorns and all