The stillness of an Autumn morning…

The frost has tipped rooftops, blades of grass, and leftover flower petals. Birds are quiet, squirrels and chipmunks busy in the leaves finding acorns to fill their larders.

The wind is still as the rising sun slowly paints the almost bare tree branches, giving them a soft glow as they gradually begin their long winter sleep.

The land: and I, both grateful for the beauty and bounty of summer past and begin to settle in for the dark of winter.