Sunday, August 30, 2009

Summer changes to fall.
Sally sees bright leaves against blue skies.
She hears the call of wild geese.
She smells cornstalks and pumpkins and frost.
She touches smooth new acorns.
She tastes red apples.
Fall becomes winter.

-Tasha Tudor, "First Delights"

Photo credit: David Sheehan


  1. Oh I'm so not ready for fall, but that is a beautiful picture. Summer here was too short, and I can't imagine the autumn leaves falling just yet!

  2. Love Tasha Tudor. That poem ALMOST makes me wish it were fall. I can wait a few more weeks though. ;-)

  3. Yeah, Jo-Lynne, I do consider your position in the subsequent post :)


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