A mourning dove calls out across the silver mist of dawn.
The glow of the rising sun melts a window in the fog, revealing indigo mountains in the distance.
Creeping vines stir with a shimmer of light~ the autumn breeze awakening scarlet memories of summer, now passed.
As I step out into the sunlight, a slight wind rises, lifting the warm cascade of curls from the nape of my neck.
I shiver, reminded that the silence of winter will soon lie down in the valley.
A vision of you plays now upon my mind. Smiling, I am warm again.
1 comment:
i like that "winter will soon lie down in the valley" i can picture this big old frosty guy settleing down, his rusty old creaky bones creaking, as he lies down in th whole valley filling it up.
i'll go look for him!
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