“He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.”
The week before, the trail was clear, and the aspen leaves blocked the sky overhead. What a change a bomb cyclone has made. This day, the snow was 8 to 12 inches deep, and golden leaves dotted the crystalline carpet.
and of the sky over the neighborhood meadow. From this perspective, the grass is as tall as the cottonwood tree.
After the bloom … before deep winter … red-gold leaves on December’s flowering pear tree. “For every thing, there is a season ….”
Letting the fall flags fly