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One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way

---Shiki
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the oak
last leaves to fall
a majesty of bright orange
bows about it's roots

come spring, the first buds

3 comments:

David said...

don't be in such a hurry Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Oh I am in no hurry at all. This is my favorite season. I don't do hot so well. This is what I see out my bedroom window. I have been watching my might oak for some 30 years. I love it in any season.
Much thanks for your comment.


Melanie

David said...

What is it that draws us to autumn? Perhaps it is the pain of loss, or that awful thing we call melancholy.

Do you know Frost's poem

Tree at my window?

http://conjuredsunlight.blogspot.com/search/label/Tree%20at%20My%20Window

Thanks for your encouraging comments Melanie. I drop in sometimes into your sensuous and gothic blog.

Best wishes

David