Approach Of Winter
By William Carlos Williams
The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine —
like no leaf that ever was —
edge the bare garden.
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Happy Autumn. I took a long walk last night and breathed the air and was so happy with the temperatures and the smell of the leaves...then I came home and my head wouldn't clear and I realized I was getting a cold. Sigh.
Older son is off at outdoor ed. It's moderately traumatic but younger son is talking enough for three kids to make up for it. Spent uneventful evening watching Monday Night Football and trying to organize assorted crap that needed organization. Ficced a little but this next bit of T&C is in three distinct fragments that don't want to integrate easily. My only firm Tuesday plans are to obtain the Star Wars trilogy on DVD and see whether half the rumors about it are true.
Okay,
Me as a god, gacked from all over -- perfect quiz for the Days of Awe, right?
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