In Remembrance of Fall

An icy calm has settled over the land. The leaves have taken that cowardly plunge rather than submit to old man winter’s frigid touch. Diverse flocks of birds and scurrying critters have dispersed, leaving behind a forest of skeletal trees and silence. Where once owls shrieked in the night, only my neighbors’ stereo rouses my slumber.

The colors and sensations may be a faded memory, but this bygone season will live forever, captured in time in a series of snapshots.


If you too yearn for warmer climes, join me in the Elysian Fields.