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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

August Reds


gold petals

morph to rounded balls

pomme d'amour





stop-sign throat


hostile hummer beaks


passerby






The reds of summer are so lush, luscious, lovely that I'm a fan of this month even though it cusps fall and gray.








1 comment:

Tee said...

I'm an Autumn fan myself. I like your haiku :)