Halloween Colours, Poetry, Tiny Yellow Triangles, A Show to Watch
from Canadian Needle Nana
Dylan Thomas
Especially when the October wind
with frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land
No shadow crab cast that day. Hubby and Murphy enjoy one of our daily walks in cloudy weather. Someone asked and yes, we walk no matter the weather. We have all the gear.
Suddenly it seems, all our trails are leafy ones.
And wild autumn New England asters are everywhere! From this meadow area, our trail leads through those trees to the left of the white birch branch, an area ...
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