November 2016

It must be the finest year for Autumnal foliage ever…

Trees scatter their gold
– casual munificence.
Or noblesse oblige.



Beautiful light these golden days…

Low winter sun makes
silver ribbons of the roads
That the morning wears



Calm, still, beautiful, but every day a little closer to Winter…

The night’s gentle sigh,
like a loved one’s final breath.
The candle flickers.



This glorious Autumn continues, perfect conditions for a superb show of gorgeous foliage…

Autumn exhales leaves.
Breathes gold through pale, slanted sun.
Winter holds its breath.