Wednesday, 17 October 2007

azure & gold morning

Is this the end of the dahlias? The forecast is for frost. There are so many of them, and a smothering of buds still. The sun spangles the water droplets.
The man who planted the dahlias lies dying and I wonder if this week will bring his death too, it seems very possible. Should we have early fireworks, he enjoys them so much?

and I stole someone elses words (P.A.N.) for this morning elsewhere, and used them here in the title.

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