The cold October winds blow, rattling the leaves sending some gently to the ground. Beneath the Oak, and Walnut trees squirrels, and Chipmunks dance around. Gathering all the discarded acorns, and walnuts that had fallen to the ground. The Sun shone down from the crisp, blue sky. Its golden rays bringing with them little warmth. Geese fly towards the south honking, and squawking about. All the signs Winter is nearing. The cold October winds blow bringing in November’s chill. Only to be surpassed by December’s freeze.
– Jamie Whorton ©
Nature Poetry by Jamie Whorton 
I can see and feel this. Well done!!
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Thank you so much!!
I woke up today not knowing what to write about , but as soon as I stepped outside I was inspired..
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That’s the way it always seems to work for me. Just being aware, listening, seeing … always gives me ideas and motivation.
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Yes, so true.. And sometimes I start writing not even knowing how the ending is going to go..
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Precisely….
We just need to be open…and the words will come.
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Yes.. Yes they will.. We just have to keep writing these great lines, provided by our inspirations..
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Yes! 😊
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We got this !!!!!
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Yes we do!!
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😊 !!
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The hint of Robert Frost is found here, and again, your descriptive writing of nature is wonderful. Very good writing.
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Thank you. And yes, I would have to say Robert Frost is one of my most inspiring poets.
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