October turned my maple’s leaves to gold. The most are gone now; here and there one lingers. Soon these will slip from out the twigs’ weak hold. Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.
Photo by Logga Wiggler
Hebe’s here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny, and the miser-bees are busy hoarding golden honey.
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Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
