Lakes of soft crimson, brown, and yellow ripple at my feet.
Ships of dreams, sounds, and promises,
Observed by the few,
As the World waves bye to the morning dew.
Barren sun lined limbs lie,
Hopes whiff and twirl with every bluster,
Startled birds begin to cackle and cheer,
For they know winter will be nigh (short) this year.
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Evocative words and gorgeous image, JD!
Wow JD did you do that? Is it a painting or a manipulated photograph. Yayaya .. another screen saver . . .lucky me!
Vanilla, thanks. I was in a hurry (as always), so I just wrote whatever came across my fingertips to match the photo.
Baino, it is a manipulated photograph. It’s all about mathematics in photoshop.
You can do anything, if you read enough tutorials. 
Thanks ladies…