Autumn smudges its muddy realities.
It is a yellow-less palette.
Eventually all the warm colours will fade.
Silence is ice white, pitch black.
Linking this to K. Hartless’s Petite Pen spot on Yardsale of Thoughts (https://khartless.com/2022/06/14/the-things-unsaid).
Writing Whatnots 
Talk about chilly. That knowledge that black and white are on the way and whatever lines are there cannot be blurred. Brilliant brevity, Marion. You capture late fall both seasonally and in this relationship, I fear. Thank you so much for writing with me to this painting. 👏👏
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My pleasure, as always, to join in your Petite Pens, K. Thank you for the invitation!
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Love this!! Just a fabulous metaphor gracefully and stunningly carried out.
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Thank you so much Worms!
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