gray days
a damp chill in the air
the smell of wet leaves
a barren tree silhouetted against a cloudy sky
a gust of wind that sends the last leaves dancing across my lawn
a myriad of browns where once there was color
I love not just the bright, colorful majesty of early fall, but the fragile beauty of decay as autumn exhales its last sweet breath to old man winter.
7 comments:
Wonderful post - it is sad to see fall go, but then each season needs to have it's say. I alwas say that I like 4 seasons. But I do hate to see the days get so short! But the good news is that I seem to get to bed a bit earlier ;). XOX D
Poetry! This is my favorite time of year, too. And, I love that photo of the leaves -- AMAZING!
beautifully written!
Lovely poem and beautiful pictures!
Great Autumn images and poetry. "The fragile beauty of decay"...beautiful words.
Great post. Fall is my favorite time of year!
oh, i agree. the change of seasons awakens my senses and gives me new reasons to take a walk and snap photos!
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