Bittersweet is the glimpse of gold that peeks through the green foliage.  Bittersweet is the feathery seed head that rises above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells a new season.   Bittersweet is the…

  Like a silken scarf meandering in the wind, the geese quickly fell into formation, trumpeting their departure across the frigid November sky.  Respite and refuge awaited them elsewhere, where life would be immeasurably easier, food more plentiful and temperatures more forgiving. Wildlife depends…

  Blushed and gilded, the foliage gleamed in the afternoon sun as they ruffled and quaked in the cool, September breeze.  Here and there, a leaf became untethered, swirling and sailing towards the ground where it rested amongst the others, peppering the grass…