I’d more or less abandoned the idea of going to San Gimignano while in Florence, it just seemed we’d be trying to pack too much in to a week. A late change of plan made it possible and The Duomo, Santa Maria Assunta stands out as one of the high points of my visit to Tuscany. The walls are covered with 14th century frescoes of the Old and New Testaments, that are truly stunning. Here you can see a glimpse of fresco and some of the ten round and four octagonal columns.
And the amazing ceiling.
I’m posting for Paula’s Thursday special, she’s be happy to see you if you’d like to join in.
Ben Huberman has a lovely autumn photo this week as an example for the weekly photo challenge of temporary. Very apt, the autumn colour really is fleeting, enjoy it while you can.
I did an autumn post last week as a Thursday poem, so I’ve gone back in time for my temporary entry, to Colyford Goose Fayre a few years ago.
Where’s there’s always a temporary stage.
And all are welcomed.
The town crier may look grumpy.
But he’s happy ringing his bell, ‘Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!
As for the Morris Men, well they just do their crazy thing, don’t worry it’s only temporary.
Nosy, moi? If a gate is open surely it invites little peeks.
Especially if there’s a garden inside.
Of course some people are innately inquisitive!
And some just wonder if it’s worth climbing to the top of the hill.
If there’s a cafe opportunity, I like a peek before I decide.
It’s imperative to know what’s beneath the castle wall.
and even little ducks have to take a peek before they go under the bridge.
Have you joined this weeks photo challenge yet? In case you haven’t guessed, the theme is peek!
Wish I’d bought lots of these
An Autumn Lament
my sulky boots trample the leaves at my feet
earthy notes playing a dissonant tune
pale fungi emerge through clovery grass
tempting souls to dark hallucinations
more potent than winter’s strangling chill
horse chestnut’s late beauty twirls in my vision
with origami-like folds in ochre, and gold,
their song a crisp tinkle in the breeze.
over and over I must bring myself back so
I raise my head to the beauty of autumn,
up under a bright cloudless sky
where wings dip and dive as if free to play
at once preferable to a descending gloom
and so I resist the maybe mushrooms