Dappled light brings beauty
unrealized by clear blue sky.
My summer sunshine longs for autumn’s change.
My grandmother hated the fall... something about it being a time when everything is dying. Although I am a great deal like her (and miss her horribly), I've never seen autumn the same way. The smell of decaying leaves, the rusty yellows and reds, the chill in the air, the threat of heavy clouds and cold stormy nights... it's a very special time for me - a space along the veil between this existence and the next. The place where life, half hidden in shadows, shows all sides of itself.
Thanks again to Lisa-Jo for her writing prompt. Join in if you need some inspiration... the rules are simple:
- Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
- Link back there and invite others to join in.
- And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...