Monday, October 22, 2012

Autumn glow


Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. 
~ Stanley Horowitz  


How beautifully leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days.
~John Burroughs 

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

wrinkling
writes across skin no less
glowingly

than a-
cross leaves -
but erasing

even for a
second that
evidence cosmetically

covered denies chance
for sharp radiance
to define our

dawn
dusk, even
leafing noon

Ms M said...

Thank you for your glowing poem, Anon xxoo

Margaret said...

Um. I'm no poet. But like your pics.

Ms M said...

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!

dive said...

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.

Ms M said...

You're absolutely right, Dive.

altadenahiker said...

Autumn is taking its own sweet time over here. Maybe I'll just paste your final photo on my window.

Ms M said...

That would work, Karin. :) Actually, autumn has come more slowly here, too. Many trees still have green leaves.