Fall is full of color

and with a pond at the ready, most trees love a good reflection.  In fact, will stand on their head.  Headstands are not my thing?  

You?   

 

Beginning?

Or end?  

How many times have I missed seeing the subtle?

Bougainville reaching over clouds

 How does she do that?   

Fall

about ready to swirl.  Times to find those comfy sweaters.  Time for thick socks, a long walk and rustle some fallen leaves.  
 

No matter how colorful

 

sometimes a narrative is slow to reveal itself almost as if time decided to team-up with dream-world.    

On the creative breath of others

Today, I'm celebrating my mentor Diane diPrima.  Sipping tea and gratefully breathing.