My Endless Fall

I'm just lying down here, immersed in New York Fall, watching the trees whispering through the wind, telling the winter not to come, begging the cold to leave me alone, to set me free. Fall do not go away this time, stay with me, make me smile, let my lense catch the colors of the next New York sunrise. Winter is coming, I can feel it here, inside my bones. I'm still shivering from cold while I am writing this, but not alone, just comfortly inspired by this beautiful sea of orange leaves painted with a brush of joy. I do know, one day golden leaves ?? will be gone, white frosty? mornings will be the new tone. Winter is coming, snow is knocking on New York's doors. It won't stop, but if I'm lucky I still will be here closing my eyes, trying desperately to make it short. My bed of leaves is still brown, I can peacefully sleep in its cozy bliss, just craving for an endless fall, hoping that today time stops in New York and golden ??autumns don't succumb with tomorrow's winter call. By @lestherkarina @justnewyork4ever © Lesther Karina Nieves 12/04/2020 ©