Autumn’s first full moon
upstaged by earthly beauty
and a rusty truck.
NOTES: We’re enjoying a gentle fall here in the Pacific Northwest. Just a kiss or two of rain to save the grass. Warm sunny days and cool nights.
We know the rains and clouds and grey will return and will be with us for months. But for now we’re basking in our little illusion of heaven on earth. Autumn flames and dies and winter comes.
Robert Frost says, “Nothing gold can stay.”
Gerard Manley Hopkins says, “It is the blight man was born for.”
I humbly say, “Soon, autumn’s chill will make the leaves fall down. All of this aching beauty will decay.”
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