Robin on the fence Breast aflame with red passion Lost Summer sunsets
North Wind This husky does bite Tenaciously nipping skin That falling snow soothes
They spiralled down like dislodged plane rotors from the smallest fleet ever built. Millions? Well, that might’ve been exaggerating. Closer to thousands. Not one of them struck me, though. They avoided me with what I considered measured contempt. The last sycamore seeds of autumn. They could try again next year.
Autumn has swept in without my knowing. An early gloom has stolen my evening reading and ushered in the need for unnatural, electric light; it buzzes like a swarm of flies. Northern kisses settle on chapped lips, the promise of snowflake tomorrows. There’s a change. Are you ready? I am.
￼ Her skin was the colour of the last April snows, her lips the red of rebirth. Gentle of mind and body, she flirted with us all in pursuit of a distant summer. These things always seem further than they are passing all to swiftly when you’d wish them not. We treasured those few months […]
￼ Path of snow-tipped Spring Seasonal beauties combined White on blue on green Note: This image was taken today by me. Beautiful weather!