The 20th Day of October

The dawn came late, pallid sun peeping over the horizon scarcely bright enough to scare away the night sky. The pale moon sinks reluctantly in the west, as the first rays, still cold in the colder air, strive to melt the frosted grass. A chill haze hangs above the ground, almost glowing in the early morning light, hiding the long shadows of the autumn browned stalks 'till they are nothing but anonymous smudges on the temporal canvas. Such a fine crisp morning, though it chills to the bone, in some devious incomprehensible way its beauty warms the heart.