“What has come along to change my mind? Fall, magnificent fall, in all its grandeur, when the maples are blazing with glory, like young romantic poets dying as they are writing their best stuff.”
a morning so dark,
i could drown in it,
if not for the puncture of light
from the ground~
reds, yellows, oranges
wet jewels delighting
my soul
Kelly Salasin
This morning’s hard frost makes such clear lines, like a single voice in a jumble of autumn’s noise. Kelly Salasin
The world out my writing window is almost too lovely to bear
with rosy ground foliage
& alighted yellows,
burnt oranges
and wet stone,
trunk of tree
and batten board,
and last and never least,
the evergreen.
Kelly Salasin
The ground is encrusted in ice this morning while the pond is liquid still reminding me that in my dreams I was frolicking in lovely, temperate waters that suddenly began to swell. Alarmed, I made my way toward the bank and just as I lifted myself out what was once fluid, grew as solid as the earth.
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