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wrinklingwrites across skin no lessglowinglythan a-cross leaves -but erasingeven for a second thatevidence cosmeticallycovered denies chancefor sharp radianceto define ourdawndusk, evenleafing noon
Thank you for your glowing poem, Anon xxoo
Um. I'm no poet. But like your pics.
Thanks, Margaret -- A person doesn't need to be a poet to post here :-)(Anon happens to be my Poet-in-Residence)Whether or not you are a poet, you certainly are a splendid writer!
Glowing indeed, Anon.When the weather gets cold, the colour keeps us warm. Autumn is just a big, comfy hug of beautiful leaves and yummy food. I love it.
You're absolutely right, Dive.
Autumn is taking its own sweet time over here. Maybe I'll just paste your final photo on my window.
That would work, Karin. :) Actually, autumn has come more slowly here, too. Many trees still have green leaves.
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