Sunday, October 24, 2010

The leaves of life.

Twisting leaf in wind.
Green, it moves with limb and twig
youth has strength to spare.

Twisting leaf in wind.
Red, it leaves its lofty perch
color to be seen.

Twisting leaf in wind.
Brown, it’s blown from place to place
no one knows it’s there.

Dennis Price

The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.
  - Thomas Carlyle


  1. This is a beautiful picture! I love the way
    the fence just stand out.
    The leaves are falling off the trees here,
    or are just turning brown, it is terrible.
    Thanks for sharing.


  2. I guess I could have been a little more positive during the brown stage. :)

  3. Some how you got bounced off my friends list... your still on my mind in in my prayers.
    Friendly... judi

  4. Hi Judi,
    Good to hear from you again. Keep the left coast as sane as possible. Pappy

  5. Willow was here. Nice poem, Pappy.

  6. I peek at your blog now and again Willow. Glad you dropped by. Hope all is well in your corner of the U. S. Pappy


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