Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
The trees still hold their charms gems that sparkle in the autumn light. Above, the November sun is a bright gold coin; it is better to spend the abundant treasure now than try to save it for a later time. The warmth and sweetness is for today before the cold winds blow before the landscape
I open up the book of months, and here it is, November. The windswept leaves gently embrace my pumpkins and chrysanthemums; they remind me that telling time is about celebrating the seasons of life. There is so much to remember in November; the pages flutter in the autumn breeze, pages of thanksgiving. The days are
The leaves are falling endlessly upon the the slumbering, November ground, a state of sleepy wonder. They spin so softly as they fall, soft as summer rain, gentle as a first snowfall. I understand this autumnal shower; the trees give all they have to give, a final kiss goodnight, before winter. Yes, this is the
Some days still, the sun feels like summer, all that dappled light breaking through the trees. The green turf beneath my feet is lovely; my feet are happy basking in the sun-lit grass, strewn with a cloak of many colors. I have no need for boots just yet; sunlight pours down like a warm cup