Monday, November 2, 2009

Simply Trees

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all.

Stanley Horowitz

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

cirrus sky hawk drift
blue haze in the autumn air
and my mouth is dry

Greg Boddy

It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north,
warm and sunny, without a breath of wind; the water was sky-blue,
the shores a bank of solid gold.

Sigurd Olson

falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly

John Bailey

Simply Trees


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