Beautiful Autumn.
Leaves dry and crackling under foot.
Crisp cool air.
Sun warmed paths.
Golds and reds, oranges and purples.
Grapes and apples, pumpkins and squash.
Foolish joy abounds.
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nattering on with naught to say
4 comments:
Wow. You're a poet and I know-it!
Great lines, Vita.
When that little BSA 350cc left the line in Birmingham,UK back in 1952 (or'53 maybe??) who would have guessed it would, 55 years later, nestle in the warm sun of an American Autumn.
Both the words and the image are lovely Vita.
Great clock, by the way - real classy!
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