Goldenrod blooms in late August, its yellow/golden statement the sign of autumn’s arrival.
Autumn reinvents; its transformative voice slow and measured. Suddenly, stunning red vines drape like stoles across the shoulders of a chain linked fence. Then, another cluster, a red spray.
A red lipped leaf becomes a reflection on roads less traveled; brilliance in the midst of bland.
Yellow, brown, green and red coexist as death arrives. Humans try to fence nature out, tell it where, how, and when to grow. But nature is nature, pushes, even through iron.
2020 needs immediate deliverance.
Drift wood reminders of scenes from movies, Deliverance and Daughters of the Dust.
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