The forest so far has refused to turn.
Without frost, senescence is a slow process. The asters bloom on as the tall flower meadow subsides around them.
We wait.
In no hurry.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
The Baroque Period
The light has shifted. The mood has changed. The colors are dark and brooding.
The forest so far has refused to turn.
Without frost, senescence is a slow process. The asters bloom on as the tall flower meadow subsides around them.
We wait.
In no hurry.
The forest so far has refused to turn.
Without frost, senescence is a slow process. The asters bloom on as the tall flower meadow subsides around them.
We wait.
In no hurry.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
Patience is a virtue. It will come in due time. It is still very pretty.
Post a Comment