Guest Poem for January
With permission from a local writer . . . a lovely poem (which inspired me to find images to accompany it on its internet journey):
by Diane Dorman
I walk in amber aura
of sun filtered leaves,
still clinging to sycamore trees.
Wet sand from the trail
coats my bare feet:
our California winter.
Wow–in just a few lines, Diane captured so much of what I love: winter sycamore, sun (leaves), walk-trail, wet . . . bare feet!
Thanks, Diane; I appreciate that you thought to send me your work . . . it made my day (and now I hope it can brighten up others with a bit of our California gold).
A few more images of golden light from yesterday . . . post-last-weekend’s-deluge:
Happy (wet and wild) Winter Trails!