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Sunday, October 19, 2014

Golden Leaves In Autumn





“As the moon lingers a moment over
The Bitterroots…

Before its descent into the invisible,
My mind is filled with song.

I find myself humming softly.

Not to music…
But something else.

Someplace else,
A place remembered.

A field of grass,
Where no one seemed to have been
Except the deer.

Norman Maclean -  From his novel “A River Runs Through It.”









3 comments:

  1. Hi Mark! Beautiful images and music. I've been looking at and rereading your recent posts. I really must read Fowles "The Magus" again. It's been a long time since I read it. I hope all is well with you. I'm hoping that Blogger will actually post my comment. For some reason, it's been giving me problems in the past couple of weeks when I've tried to post a comment.

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  2. Your side of the country is looking like mine!
    Hope all is well for you, Mark.

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