
underneath the mists
colors spring forth from the cold
autumn keeps moving
poetry, prose, and photography

underneath the mists
colors spring forth from the cold
autumn keeps moving

in the early morn as the sun's slowly climbing above smoke-filled skies
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “Early”, which I discovered via Woolly Muses’ response. The accompanying photo is one I took this morning. It doesn’t do justice to the red skies this morning. Quite beautiful, even though they’re caused by the smoke.

summer receding
longing for this smokey haze
to fade in the rain

as the petals fall
upon the reddening leaves
life returns earthwards

dawn's grace arising dancing across the petals while the crows calling
Here’s my contribution to today’s Word of the Day challenge. Today’s word is “early”. Early speaks to me of dawn, of new beginnings, of opportunities.

through the autumn smoke
memories of cool fall air
and longing for rain

walking in sunlight
warmth remains in autumn's air
the rains will soon come

sunlight drifting
downwards upon my skin
yet the leaves redden

the joys of sunlight
graceful clouds within blueness
seagulls cry calming