Thursday, October 29, 2009


29 October 2009

Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith


photo courtesy of

I think I might welcome a wasp or two--

they’re a sure sign summer has long yet to surrender--

standing at the bus stop on a chilly fall twilight.

If not for the knowledge that Winter is on his way,

the morning would be relatively unmarred.

The air isn’t cold enough to sting; to rob me

of the paintbrush trees and the flaming bushes...


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George MacDonald

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