The Last Fall Morning

Silence was frozen in the morning cold: no movement seen, except for untold clouds of ice crystals drifting in the air. Of their glittering cascades, I was aware, as I was of patterns upon my window panes. A frozen display of drizzled, moisture veins. Formed overnight, they sparked imagination, and for a moment, I was lost in admiration, for the artistry Nature had blessed my morn, on Fall’s last day. The day, Winter was born! Through opaque panes, naught could be seen, but I knew I’d find a pristine snow scene, once I dressed warmly, and stepped outside. A scene that mirrored the white dressed bride, who in her innocence, like the virgin snow excites the watcher to understand and know the joys and pleasures of life will unfold, as the warmth of passion, dispels the cold. With the last day of Fall came memories of warm summer days, and zephyr breeze: of flowers in colourful extravagance, and grasses waving in summer dance. Today? A white, blanket covers all, from valley floor to mountains tall, as Nature embarks upon hibernation. However there were cries of jubilation, as children cavorted in the fresh snow! With Winter now arrived, we know it’s Christmas soon - a time to celebrate. The last day of Fall, is an auspicious date! Rhymer. December 22nd. 2017.