September 2014

Just because it’s a never-ending Summer doesn’t mean some aren’t preparing to leave…

Swallows congregate,
deep in bright conversation.
Rehearse their journey.



A day or two of rain, our monsoon, in fact! So strange after all the great weather….

The familiar sound
of unfamiliar rain-fall.
Drains gulp thirstily.



Wow, this weather, on it rolls….

The hills resplendent,
Full, Autumn regalia:
maroon, gold and green.



Despite a glorious Indian Summer, Autumn’s advent is evident…

Fraughans edge crimson.
Oaks sweat in moss overcoats.
Fox musk hangs heavy.


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