
On a perfect autumn morning
when the air is clean and crisp,
mist slowly moves toward the light,
blurring the mirror image of trees
glimpsed on the surface of the pond.

On a perfect autumn morning
when the air is clean and crisp,
mist slowly moves toward the light,
blurring the mirror image of trees
glimpsed on the surface of the pond.
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
October 5, 2025 at 12:56 pm
Lovely, Betty. I see your trees haven’t turned yet (if this is a recent photo). With all those leaves, any day now you are going to see a burst of color I suspect. Enjoy!
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