Nothing says ‘first snowfall’ like brushing snow off the car while Vanilla Ice mocks you from the radio.
Tag: fall
Pale in the Wheat
The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat
Silver Morning
There’s something about the first frost that always makes me pause. The stillness, the breath in the air, the way the garden seems to hold its last bit of color. It feels like both a beginning and an end.
Before the Sun
The days are shrinking, but there’s still beauty in the dark.
Leaves of the Wind
I stand beneath the branches, Where the colours start to play…
The Fall of Summer
The end of summer isn’t loud. It slips away…
Of Love and Leaves
As the days grew shorter and the sun dipped lower in the sky, a subtle change began to sweep across the land…
