Photo (and prose) Essay

 

May arrives in the south surrounded by smoky air of burnt leaves…

burnt leaves Webster street

Her blue toes and icy fingers stroke your hands and face at dawn…

Icy fingers at dawn

her heart carries warmth: russet red, butter yellow, burnt orange…

fading to the practical colours of an Aunt’s woollen cloak.

Aunty's Cloak 2

be arrested by her colours, her last potent and bright blooms

Despite her afternoon heat she reminds you of a cold, grey gloom that is coming.

Wendouree late May sky 2

Her evening shows of diffused golden light, appearing like Elven* play slides between the branches of half-naked trees, join earth and sky.

Elven slide of Light Late April

Her magic tempts you to linger in the cool to watch the Milky Way’s unmasked clarity.

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She dons her navy velvet couture embellished with diamonds

StarScape13-0105w Astro pixelshttp://astropixels.com/milkyway/autumn/StarScape13-0105.html

She dances with you through her dusky mist and charmed mirrors.

Autumn light window of promise.jpg

The End

All photos except the night sky © PhraseFarm

Milky Way Autumn Starscape © Astropixels

http://astropixels.com/milkyway/autumn/StarScape13-0105.html

 

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