"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."
I found someone has put this on a dustbin, adverticing Love instead of War, like John Lennon used to do. Here is a poem suited for it:
Let's Make LOVE! by Fauzia Khan
Make love to me tonight Till the wee hours of morning light Cling to me in ecstacy Be my sweet memory...
Memories are magicaltreasures A secrect never to be told Charming you all through your life A special place they hold
Hold me close to your heart For then I can enter your soul Hold me tight, Never let me go Never felt so strong love before
Love me tender, Love me soft Love me in the heat of the night Show me the mysteries, Show me the scars Shower all the affection you have got
Let me see your passion, my plight Honey` Let's make love...
Let me enchant thy soul with memories Whisper into each others ears Welcome the Dawn of love Live the way our souls want us to be So Let's make love...
don't you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? And don't you think the trees themselves, especially those with mossy, warm caves, begin to think of the birds that will come - six, a dozen - to sleep inside their bodies? And don't you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow? The pond vanishes, and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its bellows. And at evening especially, the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way.
Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.
As sunlight creeps through branches to the earth, And leaves begin to clothe the ground in gold, Where seedlings hide until their springtime birth, A new beginning from a tree that's old.
Around each twisted pathway through the glen, The mushroom heads are visible in morning light, And there the fairies dance in leaves again, As morning dew appears like jewels - bright.
As cobwebs hang on fallen leaves that scatter, And glisten hung in dew like morning glory, The nature of the spectacle will matter, To those who seek to share in nature's story.
Gold upon red, and autumn colors wonder, We bask in color, now the summer's done, And cast our cares and dreams and hopes asunder, When a golden leaf is caught by autumn sun
These two pictures are painted in plain view in center of town."Balloon Heads" I would have called them. They are kind of attractive though,much more so than all the ugly scribbeling some do.
This house look VERY scruffy, but they have laid a new roof and slowly will rebuild it. The neighbour house is exactly the same, already fixed up. I will take a photo and show you how this house will look like with labour and money.
Here we have three very nice shops; Kids, Europris and ICA, near Kjelvene, just east of the skatepark. Kids for bedsheets, curtains, pillows and everything soft in between. Europris for "everything" cheap, I don't even know how to begin. ICA is food, and so much nice food of all kinds, even fresh.
This is a new block in Storhaug - Kjelvene area. It has many apartments and some is divided into two, so if you don't need much space you can hire out a part, and both have bathroom.