chill in the morning air
brings blessed relief
soothes my fevered thoughts
aromas become crisp
tart apple on my tongue
change is in the air
possibilities wind-blown leaves
swirling at my feet
edges newly turned
crimson, pumpkin, gold
some worship spring
verdant and fertile
but I am a woman of the North
explosion of my colors
rich in the fading light
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Image courtesy of Google, HekateDraculea/DeviantArt
Brave & Reckless 
I don’t know that I’m quite ready for Fall, if only because of outside work needing doing, but as a child of a cooler climate, I do love it.
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I think of this as my ode to the seasons meets Game of Thrones poem! 😉
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – The smell, the taste, the feel of Fall not far off.
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