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My camera came with me on my walk this morning. It's the first full day of fall and I wanted to capture some of the brilliant color that is beginning to show.
Bright reds
It appears the fall colors will be beautiful this year and I'm happy for that. I felt jipped last year when the early freeze nipped the autumn colors in the bud.
Orange Glow
As I sit here and write this post, I can hear my father saying…
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Soft yellow
A heartfelt expression of the beauty of trees...as written by Joyce Kilmer in the above poem titled "Trees".
I'll have to tell my dad that I was paying attention.
