Painfully crisp. Chilling, almost violently so.
But muted, surreal, like nature's caesura.
Movement comes from dead, not dying leaves
whose dramatic suffering inspires me, every time.
Subtle smokiness pervades the heavy-hung air;
an interesting accent to lazy, water-color sunsets.
Late Fall, you certainly have your perks.
3 comments:
love your blog mel. im gonna have to get you to show me how it works. haha yes im still learning
love this. and you. huzzah.
That last line didn't rhyme.
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