Winged seeds ripen in the growing damp, their flesh illuminated by the failing sun.
Before the week is done they will take flight, swarming into lights last gasp.
Spinning moth like into the dying years flame.
A golden flutter, trusting the turning earth.
Hoping to rise from winters ashes.
Seed Fall
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breathofgreenair 
Love your golden whirly birds !
Thank you, and I adore you’re description 🙂
It’s what we call them here when they twirl towards the ground!
Wonderful writing, Seonaid. Are these sycamore seed pods?
Yes, sycamore seeds on a misty afternoon 🙂
Beautiful image.
So pretty!
Thanks Fi, they caught my eye, fluttering in the soft breeze.
Beautifully delicate image, Seonaid 🙂
I think that’s so true Hanna, thank you. They hang in a delicate balance, waiting for release, in the gathering mist.
I love your kind of language 🙂 Beautifully written.
Beautiful post!
Thanks Amy, I loved the peachy golden colours of the sycamore seeds, dripping with mist and backlit by weak golden afternoon sun 🙂
Quite a stunning capture!
Very inspired verses, Seonaid 🙂
Thanks Paula, this time of year is full of last gasps….before winter stillness closes in 🙂
Lovely image, verbal and pictorial.
Thank you….you know me by now, loving to weave the visual and the words 🙂
These were one of the treats of my childhood 🙂
We used to spin them in races from high in the trees, or from bridges onto flowing water. Wonderful wings 🙂
I was certain they were dragonflies when the photo first caught my eye!
I love dragonflies Kat, and those seed wings do look so like dragonfly wings. Both creatures of growth and change….the seeds and the dragonflies 🙂
they look like butterflies or beautiful flying birds. Gorgeous photo.
Thank you, I thought of moths or butterflies too.