Wouldst take my leave
On autumn’s eve,
When hue of winter
Finds fall perceives,
Fashion a whisper
Of winter’s weave,
Will have us surrender
To the pallor it conceives!
ode to a passing summer
Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a canapé 
Beautiful !
Thank you for its recognition… Jean-Jacques
Agree with Marianne. Wishing you both many many more autumn eves filled with your lovely poetry and art. Have a good weekend.
Thanks again my friend… it’s that time when I start to feel summer fast slipping away that I become so acutely aware of the seasons. The white one follows, by the way. Also I echo your wishes of many more seasons and a good weekend to you and Terry. Jean-Jacques
Lovely! Fashion a whisper of winter’s weave…beautiful definition. I wish I came up with those words. You are so inspiring, my friend…Thank you.
You do come up with those words, in your own words, that of the language of your imaging creative stories, picture perfect. Your work is the epitome of the saying of “a picture is worth a thousand words! Jean-Jacques