High noon and it's cold;
Sun is breaking through the trees;
Brisk wind shakes leaves.
Sun is breaking through the trees;
Brisk wind shakes leaves.
Dead leaves litter lawn--
Brown detritus of Autumn;
More keep on falling.
Brown detritus of Autumn;
More keep on falling.
A beacon of red
Shines up amidst the dead brown:
A lone last clover.
Autumn is shadows,
Shadows and falling dead leaves,
And crushed fuzzy bears.
Shadows and falling dead leaves,
And crushed fuzzy bears.
Thistle is blooming;
A lone bee buzzes softly:
Last drink of summer.
A lone bee buzzes softly:
Last drink of summer.
Old stump is concealed
By dead brown and live green leaves;
The leaves keep falling.
By dead brown and live green leaves;
The leaves keep falling.
Shadow on the rail--
Pale rail and very bright sun;
Still the falling leaves.
Pale rail and very bright sun;
Still the falling leaves.
Sitting on the lawn,
Framed by the sun and shadows,
Children in their class.
Framed by the sun and shadows,
Children in their class.
This was created on my walk of Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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