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…

The frothy, white clouds were whipped into stiff peaks by the restless, erratic winds.  Shards of sunlight pierced the spaces in between, glimmering wildly upon the ground.  August had arrived, the seasonal lull, but she would bestow a dynamic landscape…

The wind swirled and roiled, ratting each leaf and limb. Petals littered the ground like confetti while catkins rained down like ticker tape. The landscape seemed almost celebratory in the wake of another building storm. Nature is dynamic and adept…

The cloudless sky bore the sun’s full potential while the earth exhaled and uncoiled, basking in its warmth and affection. The landscape seemed to soften and stretch in the golden rays as all of God’s creatures took advantage of her…

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 maturation…

Without so much as a warning or civic alert, the bombs began to fall.  Sparsely, at first, quickly ramping up to a barrage.  They fell with great velocity, unbiased yet fierce.  The driveway, lawn, roof, streets and cars – none of…

Descending to the ground, like kamikazes, flocks of grackle came to feast on Autumn’s spoils.  Chattering and cackling amongst themselves, their mission seemed wholly successful, even celebratory.  Soon they retreated to the trees to plan their next attack. Acorns littered every…

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 like…

Summer, like an aging starlet, once young and fetching, wears her heart upon her sleeve.  Fading looks and waning attention give her a melancholy air, and the future seems destined to carry on without her.  Soon, Summer will be nothing…