Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, 
       the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things 
       come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, 
       not one lasts.

- Carl Sandburg

Comments

[Mick Mather]

I totally love what you're doing visually these many months. This piece is quite wonderful and the black birds, like a black hole, have me in tow and continue to drag me in!