October 05, 2007
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It is indeed the time of year when "yellow leaves or few or none" are hanging, but also hanging within the yellow leaves are brilliant red one, fat summer roses and rosehips, and the last summer berries in the brambles in the country. The air has a crystalline clarity, the clouds waft through a sky of flawless blue, and in the city, people are in the parks, shrugging out of their cardigans and soaking up the sun. Glasgow reminds me very much of San Francisco at present, where people take their sun as they can find it. We love it all the more, knowing that we will not have it for long.
Poetry Friday is hosted at WhimsyBooks, where you'll probably scoop up more seasonal poetry goodness. Here's hoping those sweltering on the East Coast get a breath of autumn sometime soon! Meantime, have a great weekend -- and soak up the sun.