It always begins with a whisper in the wind ...
with messenger leaves that turn quickly and drift slowly
onto fields still summer green ...
with a touch like a cool hand on my arm.
I embrace the fall.
I gather light and color to carry me through the changing of the seasons.
~ <3 ~
3 comments:
Beautiful! We are a little behind you but I shall remember this in a month or so :)
Just lovely.
So lovely my Friend. The words as well as the picture :)
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