Monday, November 14, 2005

At last, Autumn is in the air

The leaves have turned and many fallen, the morning air is fogged and brisk, and today, I saw the first ponchos of the season. One woman wore a simple red in light wool, while the other was resplendent in rich browns and blacks of faux fur.

The garment of a prophecy! O poncho,
If Autumn comes, can Winter be far behind?

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