Dreaming The Dream Of Autumn
Days shorten, in the air a chill.
Landscape awash in brilliance.
The waters pass on their meandering journey.
To dream the dream of autumn.
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A cold wind blows, bringing a chill to the morning air.
Summer’s warmth becomes a pleasant memory as green becomes red and gold.
The days are crisp, the air is clear, the hillsides dressed in brilliant Autumn Hues.
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The question posed on the Daily Post,
“Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?”
Warmth, anticipation, excitement, and joy.
Autumn is the most beautiful season. The awakenings of Spring and the comforting warmth and long days of Summer pale in comparison to Fall as the land adorns itself in its colorful best one last time before Winter’s sleep falls across the landscape.
One evening last fall I had the pleasure of staying in a most spectacular and spacious room.
A room like no other.
Its walls beautifully decorated in shades of evergreen and autumn gold, with well placed splashes of crimson.
The finishing touch, a border of distant mountains under a nearly cloudless blue sky.
The cost of this room, merely miles underfoot, the reward for a nights stay, immeasurable.
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Hues That Move me.
Golden autumn leaves caught in a confusion of currents
Pure white of freshly fallen snow
Vibrant green of an intricately patterned leaf
Layers of blue and pink prior to sunrise
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