Friday, October 27, 2006

a magnetic poem

seasons

summer vanishes
fall is here
another winter comes
with quiet eyes I dream of spring



I love fall, though not so much the winter it portends. I got the new camera a little late to catch the splendor of fall in New England this year, but I'll see if I can capture something pretty today, when at least the sun is shining (unlike yesterday, just for example).

Today was supposed to be condo closing day. Sigh. I hate waiting.

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