Pond reflections Winter has not yet arrived, yet fallen leaves and aquatic plants appear frozen in the chilly waters of a placid pond, also, managing to capture on its surface the deep blue of the cool sky above.
Autumnal Spirits
This is the trimester of incipient decline Creeping ever so slowly toward darkness and gelidity Existence turns to a state of decay or dormancy or drudgery Colossal skeletons sway and creak and moan With slender angular limbs reaching out In innumerable directions to snare unaware passersby Mummified forms of sundry sizes appear across the yard... Continue Reading →
My Second Least Favorite Day of the Year
This time of year is actually my most preferred amongst the seasons, particularly in New England. Mid-autumn provides a beautiful balance of vibrant, fiery spectacle and muted earth tones; of comfortable days for work or play and cool nights for sleeping; of crisp, tart apples and savory, spiced pumpkin; of bountiful candy treats and Gothic... Continue Reading →
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