The leaves of summer turn crimson, ochre, brown. Leaves softly flutter, dance float gently to the ground. The morning air so crisp, brisk, cool. Children ramble, meander saunter blissfully toward school. The reveries of summer gone, faded lost. Replaced with the veracities of school, work preparation for the first frost. Harvest moon shining, vibrant bright. Days grow shorter, decrease diminish into a cool dark night. The icy north wind blows, blusters calls. Beckoning Winter's advent, appearance arrival as the last golden leaf falls. Linda Brailean 2001
This blog by Linda Brailean was created to express her feelings, facts and fiction with written and visual expressions. She hopes to ignite inspiration. Through words and art, she expresses thoughts, feelings and experiences through the many chapters of her life. From the eyes of a child, parent, grandparent, widow; through transitions; to exploring and expressing as she embraces new chapters. Experience made her who she is today. She continues to learn who that is.