Autumn was short-lived and intense this year.
But last weekend I had an amazing experience.
In the distance, I saw a sunny bower of branches
And a shower of leaves dancing in the wind as they fell to the ground.
I stood under those trees and listened.
The leaves danced and twirled and fluttered down on me,
Sounding like gentle rain as they came to rest on hair, ground and an icy bench.
I like to look for the new beginnings in these ends.
Don’t leaf without visiting: Our World.