Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Crows Were Not Silent 

       Every time I see them I think they are gypsies, Native Americans, all free souls,
                                set loose and free and I wish I could become one of them. I wonder 
what I have to do to earn that. 

                                     I couldn't believe there were violets. 
                                     Spring violets blooming today with it almost November. 
                             I picked a few before walking back to the house. I thought 
                                  I would die of color overdose when I dropped the tiny, purple, 
                                       violet blossoms and they scattered on the ground over the red and green
                                                         leaves of the brambles.

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