10.19.09| As I walked down the driveway from fetching the paper this autumn morn the sky was iron gray and seeping its chill into the air and me. The grand maple in our front yard has gone from green to gold to bare-branched …in what seems like the blink of a barnswallow’s eye. The leaves lay strewn and still on the leaning-into-sleep grass.

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