October Saga

The breeze teases and whips the leaves into a frenzied fall of grace! Mother Earth’s great bosom is afire with torches of crimson, scarlet, burnt umber, and gold. The fir needles rust on branches in preparation for the lean months of lessening sunshine. It is Autumn! I notice what is not needed for their winter…

September

brings trembling leaves f a l l i n g to blanket beautiful Earth in golden brown, russet and faded yellow. I don't find Scarlett today. Scarlett isn't ready y e t . October may rain Scarlett letters d o w n in blood red love notes to cover Earth. The breeze carries a hint…