#POETRY BY MARGARET POSTGATE COLE - November 1915 (Photo by me. Leaves on top of the bus stop glass ceiling). The Falling Leaves:
Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistlin
I woke up at 5:30am (still adjusting to the time difference) and captured this Sedona Sunrise. We have a pretty spectacular view from our room, I am pinching myself that I get to wake up to this for the next few days. I loved the little yellow lights in t
