Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Poetry in the air...
I took a slow stroll today, through the Maryland autumn. It's a gusty day, and everyone in the house is out at work, at school... It's a moody day... Walking in the woods of autumn fire in my own autumn, wistful heart to the colors lifts: All the triumph of a spring advanced victory of a summer lived the flowers gone to fruit and fruit to seed dispersing on the errant winds that blow... All finished now, and so green departs the leaf and reed, the wind whips over flaring brights to muted shades,...
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