The fragrance of the cottage lingers
Of the aspens scattering their golden whispers
A rhythm from the path of autumn
Singing heavens within a heart so solemn
So tread true voyagers, for the charm withers
Here is my attempt in fulfilling Blogging 201 in Poetry : limerick & alliteration, and my own weekly Tuesday theme. I have an infatuation in pictures, whether in picturing of the mind or having pictures pictured into a tangible picture (dose of alliteration apparently too intoxicating), so in this journey I tried to put together a picture of a physical journey, and a picture, as in depicting, of the journey.