Perfect bliss

by Jem Croucher

The autumn carpet
starts to lay
on this fine Lincoln
autumn day
Gold beneath
my crunching feet
as I go walking
life is sweet

The calm, the solitude
the peace
reflected by
this visual feast
And I am thankful
to see this
Not far I think
from perfect bliss

©Jemverse

Photo – autumn gold falling – Lawress Hall – Lincoln – October 2019 – Jempics

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