This morning, when I reluctantly left the warmth of our down comforter, I peaked outside and spied the grey glistening of frost over the leaves and individual blades of grass. I snuck out and took a few pictures. If the neighbors saw me they probably wondered what I was doing tiptoeing around in my pajamas.
Fall and winter are my time of year. So much color, so much sparkle, so much drama, [so much cold, Steve is going to say.]
Orange, red, electric yellow, spices, pumpkins, fires, acorns, [football]…
A few weeks ago I stumbled upon a delightful book of poetry by Myra Cohn Livingston called A Circle of Seasons. The landscape this morning brought to mind part of it:
“Autumn leaves a fringe of frost when pumpkins turn to gold,
Pulls his collar up to warm his face grown gray and old,
Gathers in his harvest, says a prayer of thanks,
Gives a little shiver, and all the air turns cold.
Under the Autumn spell!”
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This post is part of 31 Days – “an online writing challenge started by home blogger, Myquillyn Smith (The Nester) where bloggers pick one topic and write a post on that topic every day in October.”