Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
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September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
September in Suburbia, Part Four
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Four
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch
Autumn Leaves
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower” Albert Camus
Autumn Leaves
Bright red, yellow and orange
Just like spring time in Florence
The Autumn leaves are morphing
Like the cooling stars dwarfing
The colours of the trees
As far as eyes can see
Gorgeous and beautiful
More plentiful, more wonderful
Than you could have bargained for
I can hardly wait what more
Autumn has in store
Soft Vision
Poetry and Photography
“My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour, I kind of wander through my house, and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I’m ready to deal with the world” Carrie Ann Inaba
Soft Vision
Sometimes looking at life
Through soft blurry vision
Is like giving up the strife
Moving towards wisdom
Being out of focus
May sound bogus
But it can really be
A very good thing
Autumn Close-Ups
Photography & Poetry
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up” Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard
Autumn Close-Ups
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
Rantings Of A Third Kind 