The old leaves line the edge of the road as if waiting for a parade. The young leaves start their magical decent like it's a game of charades.
"Is it twirl? Is it dance? Is it tumble or spin?"
I can't really tell, you'll have to do it again."
Then the sunlight knifes through the tree limbs there and all I can do is stop and stare.
Fall isn't only in the air, it can be in your heart if you dare.
5 comments:
Lovely images.
I love autumn...my favorite time of year. And how prettily you describe it all. A perfect dance, indeed.
love it!!!
Hello,
I stopped by through Melissa's/Ladybug's blog! I hope you don't mind! The Autumn colors of your photos are wonderfully familiar as I am in the Willamette Valley, Oregon. I spent years in Bellingham also. I would love to spend time here reading if you don't mind....
hi oregonian!
of course you may read here! i'm honored that you asked.
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