by Nick Andrea
Beauty is this day.
What can I say to a sky so blue
A tear of water rolls down the head
The inner child yearns for its other.
Is that any way to spend an evening? 44 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
the trees so graceful-
ly let go this time of year
and it rains beauty.
Crisp morning air nips at the skin
Rolling clouds rib the sky from horizon to horizon
Trees cascade down Edwin Place, ablaze with color
Autumn in Asheville