Fall gets in without asking and grasps the wicked wheel of the year. He presses cut apples to your lips, erasing the memory of other seasons. Then he drives you through the night, tearing color from the trees.
Fall is Dark
Fall gets in without asking and grasps the wicked wheel of the year. He presses cut apples to your lips, erasing the memory of other seasons. Then he drives you through the night, tearing color from the trees.
And yet I still love him. My favorite season. 🙂
Nice piece!
Thank you. He’s my fav., too. 🙂
Love this! You said it ALL!
gREAt sEaSOn…
Fall is also bright and colorful in the beginning. And then, like a depressed person, the light and color slowly drift from autumn and leave us with winter, the heartless witch of the seasons.
Agreed–Winter is a cold, unrelenting beauty. 🙂