Autumn
There is a certain song
the locust sings at summer’s end, and when I hear it, I too, feel the sad, melancholy
tune of endings. Yet, in the death of summer foliage and fields of grain, fruit
and gardens, there is a colorful beauty that cannot be matched in any other
season. It is my favorite time of year, but then, every season is my favorite!
I cannot choose which I love best.
Emily in the leaves. She is the color of leaves and autumn
Down the lane to Tanglewood
Home in the south. Still summer here but it is lovely in winter
My favorite tree. When it rains, the limbs nearly touch the ground
The queens and the oaks rule
The Lady of Clyde
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My, my. I have changed a lot since that day. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, we have all changed, but you're still just as...gold and scarlet and brown and covered in autumn.
ReplyDeleteAnd...just as beautiful
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