I am becoming the color of fall when it stoops to November, russet when it succumbs to gray in quiet, unnoticed ways until suddenly the briar leans bare against the fence bleak, wild and forgettable © Sarah Whiteley Advertisements
uncommon company comes cawing -purple gracing black- knocks politely on the wood, awaits his morning snack ****Crow Update**** It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these and perhaps it’s overdue? Coyote and his mate (now called Magda) had no surviving offspring from the … Continue reading uncommon company
listing off on my walk the names of the trees whose leaves are holding on just a little too long – what was golden now giving way to brown, tattered things that cling complaining in the wind there is an art, I think, to holding … Continue reading holding on
November chill rusts the dogwood, scatters the locust seeds down the sodden street the maple this year shows an unusual reluctance for red but today gray was made a near beautiful thing – a frame for the darker darts of the chickadees in the yellow … Continue reading November chickadees
the goodbye-ness of autumn - that long departure of soft greens into drifting golds - flits sneakily into the tips of trees with its quiet reddening before the freeze earlier purpling skies bring the sudden cacophonies of starling troops which garrison in the horse chestnut, … Continue reading the goodbye-ness of autumn
the bees have succumbed to drowsiness and the honeysuckle's dropped, replaced by the final asters bowing low in blue reverence of sky the river birches arch their yellow-graced necks over the pond where drifts of silver fish begin their quiet descent to barely being maples … Continue reading autumn’s end
into swelling tides of feathered grasses the swallows dive like last light behind the foothills, purple and gray with the bruises of another vanishing day too many Octobers have becomingly blazed since you and I sat on that step with damp hair and cigarettes, content … Continue reading in memoriam – for J.