" I love the wild days of autumn,
the west winds that rock the apple tree
and bring down the leaves and fruit and nuts in showers,
and the rain after the days of summer dryness.
I love the mists and the first frosts that make the ground crisp
and whiten the foliage of winter vegetables."
{Susan Hill}
patiently waiting for the first frost,
the mornings filled with glistening dewdrops,
my breath swirling in the crisp morning air.
the world comes alive,
in a twinkling
all is laced in diamond light.
...patiently waiting for the first frost