You, with the crisp mornings
and long nights,
swirling leaves
and fog-shrouded hills.
Welcome!
You, with the long, low, angles of light
and heavy banks of clouds,
scarlet, persimmon, curry,
chartreuse leaves... and lichen.
You, with the dripping eaves
and mushrooms,
arriving winter birds
and pumpkin pies.
Each time you roll in with color and flavor
...then leave with a sigh.
1 comment:
Beautiful words and even more beautiful pictures. Nothing can match shafts of sunlights breaking through tall dark branches.
Angela
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