As I was traveling the highway this week, the last leaves of autumn were being swept across the road by a swirling wind. At the same time, a flock of birds moved in formation southward. All was quiet. Autumn knew it was time to move on. To signal the transition, one solitary runner flew horizontally past my window-not a lone bird but a single leaf marking autumn's passage.
With the passage of time, Autumn's palette dusts the world with a blank slate.
In the stillness of autumn's final good by, I begin the transfer of digital inspirations offered by those who found fall to Autumn's Palette Gallery of artistic expressions. The launching of the gallery will follow.
Please visit Buffy Silverman's site where she is hosting Poetry Friday. She is showcasing her service learning trip to Guatemala through photos and poetry.
Please visit Buffy Silverman's site where she is hosting Poetry Friday. She is showcasing her service learning trip to Guatemala through photos and poetry.
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