Sitting in my reading nook beside a treetop window, my attention caught by the whooshing sound of an Autumn breeze crescendo.My heartbeat quickens with awe and wonder at the spectacle I’m witness to. I watch the forceful wind carry the leaves hither and yon....
The Dogwood’s have gone to sleep, With the Oaks close behind. The Azaleas will retain their green, As the Poplars do not mind. Jasmine blooms are finished now, While the Rose blossoms have slowed. One by one the forest trees prepare for an early Winter’s...
Shadows dance within the forest trees, As Autumn comes to remove their leaves. Pine trees sway in the highest breeze, Cones begin falling at my feet. The air’s turned chilly this early morn, Summer’s passed, it’s welcome worn. This new season is my...
