Through frosted glasses
September became October and offered the early riser a perfect lawn of lacy grass.
Crunchy frostiness underfoot. Tingling fingers encased in long-forgotten gloves.
The ghostly ground veiled in white offered the perfect contrast to the rich colours of trees and house.
A tree laden with rowan berries – a harbinger of a snowy winter. Peeking through the branches, a shy farm displays its new roof of frost, as if to say: At last! Autumn is here!
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