Monday
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Sunset, Monday, 15 March 2010
Out today in the world it was clay and gray, brown leaf and dark needle, the curled beech papers along with a scattering of little blackjack oaks the last old foliage about ready to drop, and the woods as open as they’ll ever be. Every year there must be a moment when beechy parchments fall and new greens shoot, but that’s a secret ceremony I’ve never managed to witness.
Posted on Monday, March 15, 2010 at 08:59PM | by BVD | in Prose, Sunset Paintings | tagged Blue Ridge, beech, seasons, trees | | Comments Off