Autumn leaves,
Turning to gold, flying silently to the ground,
Leaving behind memories of hot wings of sunbeams
The evening light echoing the beat of my heart.
Your friend, as always,
Linda
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Linda that’s so beautiful. I love how much you LOVE your life. We are all so lucky to be alive, and you never seem to forget that. The seasons changing are always very powerful times…here in Italy people always are very sensitive to it, and talk about how it takes energy and makes us more tired. I thought it was hogwash when I first heard it, but it is true. It is a good tiredness. The tiredness of preparing deeply for the change ahead.
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I think the change is what makes us so tired…changing from winter to spring makes us feel alive and awake.
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Lovely poem and photos to go along with it!! Summer is hanging on with both hands here in Central Texas.
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Shoot, don’t know how that old wordpress address (Austin Community of Christ) continues to follow me around. It cannot be deleted from my profile because I once tried to make a blog about my congregation.
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Oh…I did that with a couple of blogs I now have closed, but I can’t delete them or my main blog goes with them. 😦
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A poetry book in the works? 🙂
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Probably not. 🙂
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Linda!
I think “TCSL” above may have come out with something I have been thinking about with your “waxing Lyrical and Poetical” every now and then.
Maybe you should have replied – “Probably under consideration” ???? ha ha.
Cheers
Colin
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We don’t have any signs of autumn here yet, but the days are getting shorter and i don’t like the darkness.
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Oh, me either. I need to live where it is summer year round and it doesn’t get dark until 10 and gets light at 5…I don’t think there is such a place. Sigh!
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Your last photo is absolutely gorgeous. I really like your praise of the changing seasons.
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Thank you, George.
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we’re still in mid-90s each day here. i’m waiting for more than just a hint of fall to come in. 🙂
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You get to have summer longer than us…which I would like.
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No golden leaves here yet but it won’t be long before they arrive.
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Ack I have leaves falling like rain in the yard…I am not quite ready for Fall:)
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Lovely! I just love the big old trees.
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We are blessed to live with the old Cottonwoods, aren’t we?
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Yes, we really are. Nursery grown cottonwoods are not the same at all!
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No they aren’t.
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Your writing shines!
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I’m noticing leaves on the ground here, too. Lovely sunset sky.
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Hey Linda .. Wonderful images the last is my favs. Your words are perfect
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Beautiful! I love the big cottonwoods. The black walnut trees here just started to turn, the first to show signs of fall. Katie and I watched the wind blow the leaves down in the sun and it was so pretty.
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