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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3492 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Revolution Carin Is there something to be learned from the autumn in the trees? They are brilliant in their rainbow cacophony, but they are dying. The vibrant crowds of leaves breezily bend, suffocate slowly; and the longer it takes for their breath to wane, the more beautiful the flame in the veiny fibers. Like live fireworks lit by the fuse of the sun, then doused by the chilled water of winter, the foliage rages in silent chaos. It is mutinous in the face of inevitability. Through the grey-card muted season of monotones, the memory remains a knotted bow. It waits in the recesses of the stagnant, shadowed mind to be stirred to life; when the wind rides off the sea, when color flushes Gaia's cheek again. |
