Sunday, November 6, 2011

whisper of coming winter

November morning.
Frost has whitened every roof top.
Roses and fever few are blooming amongst the tangle of drying, gold tipped foliage. All things scarlet and golden have replaced the greens and pinks of summer.
In the back yard, the fig tree is resigning itself to the coming of winter. The upper leaves still reach crisply for the light, but the lower ones will be snatched away on the next windy day.
The morning clouds of peach and gray are giving way to high blue skies, clear and fresh.
I love autumn days. The richness of color, the whisper of coming winter.

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