Silver birch, trunk white like paint scraped from a canvas punctuates the scene beyond my window. The sunlit trees stand in stark relief still clothed in summer, autumn has barely touched them here. Lithe and liquid eyed the squirrel makes his way along the fence and down the lilac branches into my garden.
"True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by." - E. S. Bouton
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all writing copyright - My Name is ZING - 2009
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4 comments:
Beautiful :o)
I just wrote a post about a tree, Susannah, then I visited here. Weird.lol
Your writing, as always, is beautiful.
Thanks Deborah. :-)
Paul, thanks so much. :-)
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