Thursday, September 27, 2007

fall

is the sense of something dying
something familiar
slowly fading into auburn light

soft shadows gathering
all about
they are in no hurry

summer cedes to winter
through fall's stained glass

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1 comment:

Margaret Shugart said...

I love this photo! I thought leaves like this didn't really exist- fall in Texas is a quick transition between green and brown. Beautiful poem- you can feel the decent.
Thank you for your feedback! I moved the spot to itsastretch. I couldn't stand the other name- sounded like a bad yoga studio. I hope your weekend's beautiful!

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