the full moon went flowing by with the stream pulling behind chill, chilly temperatures
grey skies to try ~ pull us down
plus winds to nearly knock the breath from even the strongest creatures among us.
not to mention many of the leaves from the trees.
a time when ~
the robins visit, nearly en masse
moving from one tree to another in our yard,
and many others, as i walk in daylight hours.
sadly the light tricking ~ frequent thuds heard as the robins bump,
one after another, into the windows.
my heart does a little skip for them. typically they are strong.
not so the numerous wings and stilled bodies i glimpse on the pavement, probably fallen victim to neighbours cat.
i sigh, remembering with some sadness
the way of nature.
wondering how on african safaris "the chase" seems to draw the attention of many travellers.
not me.
i preferred the humungous yawns
as they napped.
we could be still,
standing in our safari vehicle at a safe distance.
grateful the others with us, also intrigued by those same yawns.
a white feather captures my attention
so very apparent midst the darkness fallen leaves at curb's edge.
trails
from the flatbed trailer at lunch time departure
from their spot parked beneath the trees of the park beside.
"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
Emily Dickinson
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
Emily Dickinson
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