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.
Tag: leaves
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…
The CJBuzz 