Flashback: Tinted (pictures I like)

 

More Veins (pictures I like)

A Covering of Yellow (pictures I like)

(Before anyone says anything, these are from last year.)

This Is Christmas (six)

More Colors (pictures I like)

Colors (pictures I like)

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

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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.