when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Words Cannot Express

Words cannot express or define the emotions this season. . . cool crisp morning air, the scent of woods and earth, and burning leaves, red cheeks, first infatuations... incites, in me.


thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

Lovely picture -- not to mention, the season.

Jerri said...

Simply gorgeous. Enjoy.

ds said...

The leaves
never do it
for me - I
grew up under eleven acres
of branches

; spent three
solid months
raking raking.

Is beautiful work?

And could get maybe four
jumps into
the end of the pile
burned up. Blew
away to nothing but
grey on the grey

M@ said...

It must be nice down there in mid-Virginny.