Frosted times
Let me take you back to the end of October last year,
To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.
It was a stunning bright day
Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch
Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.
The brilliance of the sun
Turned the wires into art
And behind the frosted thistles
I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.
On the way home, I stopped to admire
The endurance of this ancient rune stone
(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…
Look at those eyes!)
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Early autumn light
There is a special clarity in the light of early autumn.
It bathes roses in magical golden tones
And turns lavender into glorious purple works of art.
If you get up early enough, you can drink
The dew from shy violets
And enjoy the droplets on early morning roses.
My son loves the vibrancy of autumn leaves
And brings home some leafy sunshine every day after school
To put into a vase of water,
Crying every time the leaves curl up and die.
No better way to learn about the brevity and beauty of life, I suppose.
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