Over the reservoir at dusk, a good chill in the air.
And I can see clearly now the leaves are gone...
I dreamt about my poem last night; in the dream
I remembered the part in The Iliad about the great
shield of Achilles, and how I should re-read that
part of the poem again, it could be useful.
I can see all obstacles in my way....
2 comments:
There's something especially magical about that first full moon that appears when the leaves are just about gone. And I love the dream-like quality of the photo.
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