Saturday, November 17, 2007

November



The wind pushes you along with hurried speed.
The leaves race ahead in full tumble at your feet.
Shadows of impetuous clouds touch the path resembling racing ghosts.
Like White Rabbit you feel late for some ephemeral date.
This season climaxes carelessly and crazily.
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4 comments:

  1. Endment8:58 AM

    How effectively you have captured the season in your words and image.

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  2. Val5:58 PM

    Now thats a good use of the art! Love it.

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  3. David Edward10:52 AM

    CRAZILY, a good word for those leaves1

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  4. Jim11:20 PM

    beautiful rendering of that image Tabor...

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