Fall and winter are arguing at the moment. What started as rain as the last few remaining aspen were beginning to turn, has now pounded the grond with almost a foot of heavy snow. It’s silent assault showering huge flakes as they flush from the sky like a summer hose let loose after being bound.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me; fluttering from the autumn tree.”
– EMILY BRONTË
It is so heavy and wet you could almost drink it as I lay in my cozy cocoon. I smell of smoke and burnt aspen. As the fire hurls itself up the chimney it’s dancing lights my spirit. It twirls in an ever changing rhythm that is impossible to mimic.
Winter is wanting its way with Fall and Fall has had its 3 month debut and is not willing to let winter force her to sleep. It will be 12 months before we see the yellow, coral and red leaves of the aspen change again. As they fade covered in heavy wet white, their memory will once again fade, and the light those colors brought to my eyes will forever drop their lids and rest.
Slumber sweet Fall, you were the debutante of the year. The one dressed lavishly and proudly and paraded before suitors.
Bringinthesheaves 