Just a walk down any street
and I want a paint brush to dip
in all the colours of autumn to
bring them home with me. It
seems indelicate to make an
image that can be so easily
deleted. When the crumpled
tissue paper flowers have been
put to bed, summer colours have become tidy mounds of black;
replaced by fluttering reds and
golds, prairie florals in bloom.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~ Albert Camus
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