Blue sky
The backdrop
For
A panorama of colour
Tangerine-red
Flickering
Like a flame
In
A warm welcoming fire
While
Sun-drenched yellow
Kisses
The lips
Of
A radiant body
Colours
Randomly woven
In to
A bright tapestry
Soon
Only to exist
In the folds of our minds
Like a childhood dream
Too far
To be remembered well
When
Just the instant before
It could have been
Reached for
Touched
And
The crackling
Of
The colours
Heard
As
The leaves
Splintered
Between
My fingers
On a fall day
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PhotoPoetics™ 
Oh Very nice! The picture is gorgeous but your words put the crackling texture into my hands. Fantastic!
Thanks Neeks!
I’m happy to hear the words I chose had the perfect effect 🙂
Beautiful! If only I could write poetry. I love your concept.
Thank you!
Don’t count yourself out. I think with practice everyone can write poetry.