Resting Place
“As the leaves fall and the trees hustle to let go of their summer finery, the sound of autumn is a reminder that sometimes letting go is necessary for growth.”― Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja

“As the leaves fall and the trees hustle to let go of their summer finery, the sound of autumn is a reminder that sometimes letting go is necessary for growth.”― Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja

Whispered Farewell Crimson, gold, and flame,First leaves whispering farewell,Autumn’s soft embrace. ebm As summer comes to a gentle close, the soft breezes carry whispers of change. The leaves in our neighborhood are beginning to transform, adorned in shades of gold, red, and orange, glistening with morning dew. One by one, they flutter down, settling on…

While walking Bentley a few days ago, I noticed these leaves that had changed color and fallen, and I managed to get Bentley to cooperate long enough for me to make a couple of photos. We’ve only had a morning or two that felt even close to fall temperatures, lows in the mid-60s, and even…

In the golden glow of morning light,
Leaves, once clad in emerald sheen,
Now fewer wear hues of crimson and gold,
The time of the season, boldly foretold.

“Gmorning
November
You lurch & you lumber
From bonfire to ember
From waking to slumber
You deaden the grass
& you piss in the pot
The birds all haul ass

Last night was colder, dropping briefly to the 39°F range, but the next ten days’ lows shouldn’t fall below the 40s. I don’t think there was significant rainfall this past week, perhaps not more than a little over an inch total, even though it was wet and drizzly for several days. However, the ferns are…