Low on the horizon, the sleepy fall equinox sun ploddingly awakens, bearing a gift before it’s winter nap.
Yawning and stretching, the celestial being prepares it’s brush with thick morning fog before dipping it into it’s spectral palette.
Blinking stubborn sleep from its eyes, our sleepy star warmly breathes fall colors into the cool morning breeze. The rolling mist carries splashes of crimson, orange and yellow on awaiting leaves.
Dripping wet leaves are heavy laden with hue. Prominent veins appear, telegraphing to Cardinals that winter, soon will be here.
So lovely to “see” the beautiful wonders you witness and paint with your poetry, Ray. Sending my gratitude and best wishes. 💜
Thank you dear friend. Always honored to hear from you. 🍁 ❤️
Carol my friend, just reading through some of your latest posts I am sorry to hear entangled web of spammers hindering the flight of a beautiful butterfly.. you are so encouraging and I sense loved by so many.. if you have future wisdom and writings that you are will to share, please add me to the list email@example.com all the best to you on your retirement and a gigantic virtual hug. ✌️ peace to you always.
Agree with Carol! Beautiful!
Thank you dear Lara😊✌️