Saturday, October 18, 2008

Tapestry

Summer is like a shadow; turn and it's gone.

The seeds of another summer spin into the air, twirling, catching in spider webs and wool sweaters, sailing high in the sky, vanishing like migrating birds.

The wind carries them; the air stills and they settle gently to the earth, waiting for winter to blanket them in snow.

8 comments:

KGMom said...

Poetry in images!
Lovely photos--especially like the autumn leaves.

Robert V. Sobczak said...

Three really nice photos! And yes, the seasons are in our blood, as your prose attests to. But my blood has thinned down here in Florida: it's summer all year round by NJ standards.

Rabbits' Guy said...

We haven't had summer yet!!!!

Jayne said...

Beautiful Laura... beautiful.

NCmountainwoman said...

Lovely photographs and poetic narrative. Great post!

Sekhar said...

Gone poetic or what :)
Enjoy.

Susan Gets Native said...

Where DID the summer go?

Mary said...

Yes, where did summer go?