Green Are, Poem and Photography from my Garden
Green are the leaves that grow between birds
Outside my window, playing hide and seek with the sky.
And green are the last of my vineyard’s hopes too,
Among rusty leaves, the last of a summer of grapes.

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Green Are, Poem and Photography from my Garden
Green are the leaves that grow between birds
Outside my window, playing hide and seek with the sky.
And green are the last of my vineyard’s hopes too,
Among rusty leaves, the last of a summer of grapes.
As Autumn fades into Winter, I find myself longing for roasted chestnuts. Prickly, like the history of their maroons shades, they are Autumn’s chocolates.
Continue reading “Maroons, Autumn’s Chocolates”It all started with a dragonfly in amber. Dragonfly, the epitome of a perfect moment. Amber, the symbol of courage. The courage to live in the moment, for each moment is perfect. And Autumn captured it for eternity. dragonfly amber symbol courage
Continue reading “Amber, Autumn’s Dragonfly Moment Captured in a Leaf”Flirting with the last of the sunlight, Autumn let down her leaves so that his gold rays catch the shivers of red in her stems, the last bursts of life. Thus, Auburn was born, a color to remind us that there was life in the papery rasp underfoot.
Continue reading “Auburn Autumn and Acorns”Seeing from afar, carnelian (or cornelain) leaves are Autumn’s attempt at making… butterscotch.
Continue reading “Carnelian Autumn and Butterscotch”