The yellowing grass is matted down. It is still upset that the blinding sun has turned cold. I didn't notice for a while because the trees had been putting on such a beautiful show, but now that their gold and red appendages are dropping to the ground my attention is refocused. I hear crunchy footsteps with ears that are turning pink and I wriggle myself into scratchy wool things that climb up to my chin.
Today brave flakes began to drift down in occasional spurts, asking permission to join the leaves in their descent. Apparently the leaves didn't mind because by the end of the afternoon, the air had accompanied more of the feathery cloud shavings carefully to the ground.
Everything is frosted with white, but browns and oranges refuse to be hidden so early in the season and they peer out around the edges. Jack-o-lanterns sparkle with powdered snow. Thin skins of ice have grown on car windshields. Peppermint hot chocolate clings to the corners of my mouth, but newly brewed apple cider waits patiently on the kitchen table. Wafts of 'Silent Night' float through our ears even as we apply gruesome costume makeup.
Winter will come, but not without a fight.
2 comments:
Enchanting! You have captured my attention...and I'm waiting-when are you going to write a book or publish an article??? The world needs Sarah! You have such a golden touch when it comes to taking clumsy words and making them graceful! Loves, H
I still love reading your writings. Keep it up, girl! Love you.
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