Saturday, November 3, 2007


This is my favorite time of the year!

I went out and about the other day taking pictures of the wonderful array of color. I bet in a week or so they'll be laying on the grass floor-winter is just around the corner.

Autumn Movement
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf
at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts.
-Carl Sandburg-