The Last, Loveliest Smile
This slash of scarlet stopped me in my tracks:
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
~John Howard Bryant
The sumac against the goldenrod and golden poplars lifted my soul. The earth sang, the world glowed and I stood transfixed.
These were taken somewhere in the orchards of Oceana. Their glow is a tonic against the gathering gloom of shorter days.