Here's my poem (probably not my final draft) inspired by the art. Ooh, I hope she likes it!
blossoms in autumn from
from wrinkled tips of twigs
among elderly leaves
dripping dry mineral hues
falls to ground
lies in brittle layers
sinking to siltsoil taking down
sends up heat
Enjoy all the poetic richness of Poetry Friday this week with Toby at The Writers' Armchair.
P.S. Two notes to all my PF friends:
1) I apologize for receiving all your kind comments and regularly failing to return the favor. I shall try to do better now that my teaching life is settling down.
2) Will you be at NCTE? Let me know!