october was no surprise. see it happen! like last time as i passed, goat on a grassy roof, we were more than a bit surprised. no tears needed rain is predicted, time passes so slowly, unnoticed. october's gone; december's around an icy corner. it goes right by: a peapod boat in a trickle of a stream. time.time.time
heading for oblivion, we race along a lonely highway. why do we smile? fools have no wings, reaching for the sun, an old broken chariot, swinging across a summer sky. we look for safety, and it still eludes us; we are so reckless. colours fade in our eyes just before darkness comes. we are left with black and white and shadows. i look south along the lake remembering my little dog, enthusiastic hiking friend when i see this photograph. i guess he saw no colour. his foolishness was limited to trusting me. we have no limit.
Pond in the Trees a few footsteps and i enter this other world. passing through pine trees, i see a pond, some place a turtle might inhabit, maybe a few small fish swim there, big mallard ducks, ducking for food. i don't know what they eat. i assumed they ate anything. but there, it was mosquitoes. i hear their droning attack. and know it. my time has come - to leave.
autumn rains help to bring winter to our world. we need our winter quiet letting things rest, sleeping until the world precesses and warms. we bide our time, remembering fall leaf colours. it gets us through the winter cold, and darkness.
a little rain has never hurt me much. always I've dried out and carried on. i am not safe from drowning, but i have not done that yet. history may guide us if we're wise enough. we know it isn't a perfect guide, but it can help save us from repeating serious errors . rain washes the windows, as i look out this cold, damp autumn day. a little rain has never hurt me much.
one more miracle, a red maple tree in the rain... our autumn has such vibrance it cheers us once again. our days are shorter than they were. it's colder every day. some people want the summer back at least that's what they say soon snow will fall and cover all and everything we see. a cold white world so icy... oh, we'll just skate and ski.
crushed and broken, somehow beautiful, its function passed. providing nutrients today, and on into tomorrow and tomorrow. this maple leaf will one day be forgotten and so will i. my fathers do not stand tall anymore. though, in their day, they struggled sometimes bravely such is life and living. something was beautiful, although no memories remain. a time shall surely come, when i am nothing more: a fuzzy memory, and someone may be remembering the fallen.
Bright Yellow exciting colour! bright yellow may make your day. all year we wait for autumn to remind us: what a wonderful world we live on. look ahead to ice and snow, and our dark winter world should give way to springtime. evidence is in for reason to hope exciting colour! bright yellow may make your day.
Veined Leaf all the little pathways in a leaf! reminds me of forgotten choices made, flowing with the stream, flowing with the go... then thinking about times and places now inaccessible for us, there is no swimming upstream, into the mouldy past. it seems time flows one way only. we cannot return, to repair havoc we have sometimes wreaked.
Bright Red Berries sitting in the sunshine on a cool november day, listening to flocks of geese who could not find their way, bright red berries hanging on fiercely, to branches on an unknown berry bush, never letting go. amazing grip! something nice to look at, unknown deadliness, but brilliant in sunshine...