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"

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Vailed Ghosts

Vailed Ghosts, watching
Transient Life, at warp speed,
passing Grace blindly.

~haiku- c. collins~

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Madeline's Album said...

What a lovely photo.

Reba said...

You do a really good job of writing, pictures and poetry. It is nice to hear what is going on with you, your mother and sister. Keep up the good work! A real treat. Reba

Reba said...

Such a beautiful picture of the orchard and you Haiku is such a nice match. Nice to know what you are doing. Reba

Becky said...

Very nice. I was just just driving through the fog the other day and had the same thoughts... but not quite so eloquent.

Jo said...

Another breath taking picture. Beautiful my friend.