Grey days! When the leaves blaze from stalwart trees, then drift, drift away— soft, upon the breeze— to fall and brown and lay like dirt. On days like these, we cannot help but gaze. This is their closing hymn of praise.
Read more "Grey Fall Days"Soft and hazy light tinting the air with gold— the sweetest moments of the day like a tapestry unrolled across the sky tonight. The sun is saying goodbye— a warm wash of rose gold above the mountains, enchanting to behold, and yet I want to cry. The sunset fills my eyes, but the […]
Read more "Sunset Meditations"The golden leaves have fallen now— cracked and brown and dying, swirling in the autumn air that slips around me, sighing. All that’s left of a youthful dream, conceived in winter’s wait and born beneath the sun’s warm gaze when all the trees create. So soft—the pink and white unfolding— blossoms on the trees that […]
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