We walked in the Nature Center in the late afternoon on Sunday and the light was wonderful for photos.
But the trees are probably a little more bare today.
Last night a cold front blew in. I was walking about the time it arrived; clouds rapidly darkened, wind picked up, and blew hard. Tops of tall trees rocked back and forth, waves of leaves arose and swarmed across yards and the streets. I put my hood up to try and block the dust and flying debris and headed for home, getting there right before the rain came.
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power simmers in a land
scape's crimson, comes
into solid radiance
in a drop
of a
pulse
even after leaves become vanquished
where they swayed moments ago
buzzes in anticipation
hums a counter
melody
to fixed
seasons
Wonder, rhythm, glow to your words, Anon. Thank you :)
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