Peevish Pen

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Summer Slipped Away

I think fall color is at its peak in my neighborhood, but most of the colors are muted. Not the burning bush at the end of my bottom driveway, though.

 The days have mostly been warm, although the nights are chilly. We haven't had frost yet, but the weatherman says that might change soon. Summer is slipping away
A poem by Emily Dickinson is appropriate for today:
As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,

And almost count it an Affront
The presence to concede
Of one however lovely, not
The one that we have loved --

So we evade the charge of Years
On one attempting shy
The Circumvention of the Shaft
Of Life's Declivity.
Here's what the trees look like in my neighborhood:

The redbud in the front yard.

The trees at Polecat Creek Farm




Blogger Linda Marie Layne said...

Beautiful! I love pic. #9 ;)

11:44 PM  
Blogger CountryDew said...

Beautiful. I love Autumn. It's my favorite time of year.

4:28 PM  
Blogger Franz X Beisser said...

Everyone of these shots is a work of art. Art by the photographer, true, but the Creator of all photographable is God. A beautiful post!

4:07 PM  
Blogger R.M. said...

Little further north from you: the leaves are changing, but lots have fallen without changing. Not much shade left in the woods, and the deer are abundant! Great pics!

3:22 PM  

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