Prose becomes verse on autumnal days.
Trees catch fire, burning brighter than words,
Their golden reds taunting the murky depths.
Maples fireworks explode in clear blue skies.
Pines shadows highlight this deciduous extravagance.
How can these gaudy colors be natural?
I am no poet, but October engenders such reflections.
14 comments:
Your words and images capture the essential glory of this season - how lucky that you live amidst such beauty!
You're a poet, but don't know it, because you live on Longfellow.
You are a marvellous "visual" poet. Thanks, I enjoyed those photos greatly.
Greetings from London.
Wow you could sell a nature calendar with your photos. They really are beautiful Enjoy your fall.
Absolutely beautiful--the photos and the accompanying verses. I love it when you do these.
Autumn is looking beautiful in your corner of the world and in mine too - I want to hold on to it as long as possible.
Well spoken, Sarah...:)
Beautyful images for Autumn.
The leafves falling down the strees. I liked this much. That looks so romantic and lightly.
Linda M.
So jealous of your Maine fall and all these stunning leaves! Thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous! I've been trying to take pictures of fall leaves, but mine come out all looking the same. :)
All, thanks! The red maples are now down and the sugar maples are nearly done, but the beeches and oak are kicking in with golds and russets.
You are a poet with that camera. :) These photos are breathtaking, and I love your imagery of the color exploding on the blue sky. It does, it does.
That first photo caused me to pause. So beautiful. I love mirror-like, still water.
exquisite!
we are past the high time of autumn color
last week experienced our first snow
so lovely to see your images in this post and the next post too.
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