Friday, September 23, 2011

autumn


i came across
the beginning
of a story being told
in the gentlest
crimson whispers

18 comments:

erin said...

yes.

how we sit like children on a carpet, fists beneath our chins, listening.

xo
erin

Ruth said...

. . . or watching a slideshow from a brother's travels.

R. Burnett Baker said...

beautiful.... While driving to work yesterday, the hills south of Rochester seemed suddenly alive with color. did that happen overnight??

Rick

The Weaver of Grass said...

Very clever Steven.

Richard Jesse Watson said...

A story that captivates with every re-telling. Thanks for noticing lovely subtlties.

hope said...

YES! Finally, my favorite time of year has arrived.

Now if only Mother Nature would turn down the heat a bit. :)

steven said...

hello hope! the days here begin around zero celsius to ten celsius and rise to between fifteen and twenty celsius. soft. rainy and sometimes foggy. then somedays just the pure bliss of sunshine and cloudless skies that slowly fill with cloud art. steven

steven said...

richard - it does captivate me that's for sure. i am never not thrilled by the colours. steven

steven said...

weaver thankyou. simplicty demands the same. steven

steven said...

rick - one year i'd like to pass through rochester in the autumn and see the parks and the beaches and the downtown in a different light. steven

steven said...

ahhh ruth - this weekend i get to spend some time cruising through back posts of your blog. i am so lost inside the work of teaching that getting out and about is beyond me. it'll return but for now i can't hold its slippery grasp. steven

steven said...

erin - i really admire the straight to the moment understanding you have. steven

Linda Sue said...

OH MY that took my breath away! Whew! So beautiful!

steven said...

linda sue that little leaf and all its sisters and brothers are out in the dark of night not fifteen feet away from me at this very moment with the rain pouring down on their little feathered bodies. steven

Valerianna said...

Fern-whispered stories are very sacred!

steven said...

valerianna - this little fern seeded itself so it occupies a very special place in my affection for the little part of the earth i am living on and near!!! steven

Valerianna said...

Even MORE sacred then... !

Liza Ursu said...

our senses never fail us in nature.
marvelous words, and image steven. may I also add that erin's words are every bit as magical.