Seasonal Still Life

Pot, logs, bark souvenirs.

Stuff the Sun Does

The Sun's great performances are its rise and fall. The rest is a journey most of us don't pay much attention to, just so long as it is lighting things up, warming our bodies.

Walking along Victoria Drive to Peter's memorial on Thursday I stopped before the lane just north of Venables and took this picture of autumn's first sunset.

This morning, while lying in bed listening to the radio, I was told of a "beautiful sunrise," which was all I needed to get up and share in it.

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn"
(Emily Dickinson)

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --

Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --

It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below --
It gathers ruddy Pools --
Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away --
Upon Vermilion Wheels --