Love the title.
From withering heights are heard wandering hoots from weathering hearts.
Such beautiful heights.
Lady Limoncello,why would I not be surprised? :)Lovely, though, that you corroborated [?] what I thought.Stanthis would make a lovely haiku. Thank you.CherryPie,yes. And they are looking down at me every day.
An impressing sight. Quite overwhelming. I would feel a bit lost. I had to look at the withering definition. Perfect adjective. Great photo.
I can hear Ellis Bell snickering... :)
Claude,interesting. :) when looking at the photo, I found it pretty inimpressive, and had not posted it, had I not found funny to change one certain vocal.And as I am at it:Interesting, too, I do find that posts I find especially interesting or even good would cause much less reaction than others which I consider nice and light but which are comparatively profane.You will know what I mean. :)And nah! I am not complaining.Finally: Thank you.Janice,hahaha, and if she'd been snuckering it would just (have) be(en) perfect!
`Great title Sean! There is a sad beauty in Autumn
Thanks, Jams. Now I understand the title, and the photo, even better. I didn't want to mention sadness again, as I did last year on the beautiful post Summer leaves(2009/11). Didn't succeed linking it, but when we click on Autumn, at the bottom of this post, we see well the poetic melancholy of the season.