we found our way in and out of the corn maze
by following the grandies through the rows and fields
then found hot air balloons
followed their colors
past the moon and the trees
saw their beautiful flight and landing
all on an afternoon spent among things raised from the earth.
“imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.”
– letitia elizabeth landon
October breathed poetry —
beautiful and glowing.
~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018,
blackout poetry created from
Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891
painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper
one of my favorite author’s
about my favorite season
as we slip from summer into autumn
august is the sunday of summer.
and it is time for the pumpkins to return to the garden…
‘the preciousness of life and the changes of weather and the beauty of seasons –
all those things have always sort of dazzled me.’
art credit: “The Pumpkin March” – Guinevere von Sneeden
the natural beauty of looking up and seeing only red
‘he tried to imagine the sound of the color red.’
‘the winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.’
image credit: Holding the Moon by Eric Houck
my favorite season begins.
“for the fall of the year is more than 3 months
bounded by and equinox and a solstice.
it is a summing up without the finality of the year’s end.”
image credit: Yuma Hidaka – photographizemag
daylight saving time ends tonight
“time does not pass, it continues”
image credit: vpub.gif
credits: j. reads, dexter kozen