It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Monday, March 3, 2008

Haiku

Give me bark skin and
Limbs reflecting sunlight, now.
The crow flies quickly.

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more photos of the old oak tree and it's scars

1 comment:

Jan Ely said...

Haiku-

Oak branch in blue sky
Towering over my youth
Growing stuborn slow

I remember you
Your car full of the "past"
Hope you return soon