Wednesday, 23 November 2011

My driveway, repaved in bright red and gold. Another maple leaf drifts down.

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Chris Galvin

2 comments:

Berit Ellingsen said...

Lovely image and poem!

With just those few words one can feel the autumn crispness in the leaves and smell the winter in the air and see the white edge of frost on everything in the morning. :)

Beautiful!

Chris said...

Thanks so much Berit. Your lovely comment makes a fine small stone too!