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Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Autumn. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
Fire Season (pictures I like (of things I don't like)
I'm trying to post as much spooky stuff as I can during October; hopefully, most of it will be writing, but there will still be some pictures to fill in the gaps. This one is from the last week of September, around 9:00am or so. This is what Sonoma county has been looking like lately, with fires all around and areas of Santa Rosa once again burning. It might be the wrong month, but it's still scary.
Monday, October 7, 2019
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
When a Dark Angel Falls (pictures I like)
Things happen when the days start growing shorter and fall is in the air.
Or, well, on the ground, in this case.
The barrier grows thin.
Bad things can happen.
They usually do.
Or, well, on the ground, in this case.
The barrier grows thin.
Bad things can happen.
They usually do.
Friday, December 11, 2015
The Leaf Dance (a sonnet for my wife)
The Leaf Dance
The brown leaves rustle in the wind,
slowly crawling along the trail,
beckoning us to follow them.
“Fall is in the air.” Chimneys send
off'rings of scents into the pale
Autumn sky as the light grows dim.
Your shins flash in the dusk as you
expose your calves, lifting your skirt
and dancing through the crunching
leaves.
I take your hand and pull you to
me, stealing a kiss as you flirt
away into the falling eve.
I chase after, pulled in no small part
by the cords that bind our hearts.copyright 2015
** ** **
I'm not going to offer much in the way of explanation for this. I will say only two things:
1. Fall is my wife's favorite season.
2. She loves, with a child's delight, to step on crispy, fallen leaves.
So this is for my wife.
Because I love her.
Labels:
Autumn,
child's delight,
fall,
Leaf Dance,
leaves,
poem,
poetry,
sonnet,
wife
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