Broken Fall

Slant and myself were amazed, dazed really, by the colours this Autumn. The suburban roads of south Dublin look like something out of New England. Was last year any different? Maybe not. Perhaps that flamy tide always comes in this riot of colour, if one is alert enough to it. I noticed this leaf on the wondowsill outside the kitchen. Rather exhausted and brittle, but beautiful against the cracked old white paint and the tangled greens below.