Summer Falls Into Winter

Christine Ray – The smell, the taste, the feel of Fall not far off.

Brave & Reckless

chill in the morning air
brings blessed relief
soothes my fevered thoughts
aromas become crisp
tart apple on my tongue
change is in the air
possibilities wind-blown leaves
swirling at my feet
edges newly turned
crimson, pumpkin, gold
some worship spring
verdant and fertile
but I am a woman of the North
explosion of my colors
rich in the fading light

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

Image courtesy of Google, HekateDraculea/DeviantArt

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