Nature's Fall To Winter...Sonnet* Poem by elysabeth faslund

I think the owls have it - and the does too, in this blissful piece of autumnal beauty. To write in sonnet form is something that eludes me, but something you do it with elegant prowess and lyrical cadence. Yes, it is the owls swooping on shadows is left behind and the doe uncurling. love, Allie xxxx

Your pen is in tune with the most poignant and beautiul season of the year. Standing ovation for this one. Take care. Always your friend, Sandra

Your use of images in here is beyond excellent, it is in fact, remarkable....this is a beautiful poem..lots to work on in here, changing seasons, days to come and the courage perhaps needed just to face 'tomorrow.' [too hot here to think of Fall or Winter but I love this..] love, mm. xo.~~~

Excellent image of seemingly mundane actions depicting the natural cycle into cooler weather. Striking imagery, and refreshing during these dog days.

Lovely piece of writing Elysabeth. Nature opens up its glories to us, and we find such treasures. A never-ending source of inspiration. Loved the read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX