It's Raining Slivers of Gold
by Zinta Aistars
I give up! Every morning when I go out on the deck to sip my coffee, the deck chairs are covered with tiny slivers of papery gold, spilling down from the canopy of tree branches overhead. I sweep them away. Every evening after work, I take my book outside to read for a while after dinner, and I sweep them away.
Tonight, I leave them be. Why sweep away such gold? If the autumn sky insists, I will allow.
Golden leaves cover the chairs, carpet the deck floor, spill across the glas...
I give up! Every morning when I go out on the deck to sip my coffee, the deck chairs are covered with tiny slivers of papery gold, spilling down from the canopy of tree branches overhead. I sweep them away. Every evening after work, I take my book outside to read for a while after dinner, and I sweep them away.Tonight, I leave them be. Why sweep away such gold? If the autumn sky insists, I will allow.
Golden leaves cover the chairs, carpet the deck floor, spill across the glas...
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Alice
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Oct 12, 2011 02:58AM
Just beautiful! I love the autumn,too.I sit on my deck in my old fold out chair and take in the mellowness of this season.
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It's a lovely time, isn't it, Alice? A between season, although it seems past years spring and summer are very short, absorbed into summer and winter. Enjoy the moment.
