Saturday, January 1, 2011


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Autumn Movement

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

Carl Sandburg


  1. Gorgeous picture and words. Right now those words are particularly poignant for me,and tear at my heart. Thanks for posting this.

  2. I love this collage/painting! Look at her aura! Let's go vintage clothes shopping and find that outfit in real life and then go for a stroll in the Botanical Gardens after a champagne brunch! Life is happening within you and without you! Spring is on its way - I can feel it!