I just love this section of his poem. It speaks of the season brilliantly! There is a beautiful spirit breathing nowIts mellow richness on the clustered trees,And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
By the time Patricia stepped outside into the brisk Virginia air, the leaves were already on fire. She smiled sheepishly at the memories swirling inside her mind and heart. She pulled the crocheted shawl, irregularly shaped from her first attempt at the craft, tighter around her shoulders. Stepping off the wrap-around porch and following theContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: FALLING LEAVES, WARM MEMORIES (A Snippet from a piece written in 2020)”
*This was for a short story contest where you had to start with the sentence, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlledContinue reading “Falling Leaves, Warm Memories”