Bittersweet are the sun’s rays that beam through the nearly barren canopies.  Bittersweet are the feathery seed heads that mature above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells an impending season.   Bittersweet is the maturation…

Bittersweet is the glimpse of gold that peeks through the green foliage.  Bittersweet is the feathery seed head that rises above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells a new season.   Bittersweet is the maturation…

  Bittersweet is the glimpse of gold that peeks through the green foliage.  Bittersweet is the feathery seed head that rises above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells a new season.   Bittersweet is the…

Bittersweet is the glimpse of gold that peeks through the green foliage.  Bittersweet is the feathery seed head that rises above the grass.  Bittersweet is the rush of cool air that foretells a new season.   Bittersweet is the maturation…

Without so much as a warning or civic alert, the bombs began to fall.  Sparsely, at first, quickly ramping up to a barrage.  They fell with great velocity, unbiased yet fierce.  The driveway, lawn, roof, streets and cars – none of…

  Blushed and gilded, the foliage gleamed in the afternoon sun as they ruffled and quaked in the cool, September breeze.  Here and there, a leaf became untethered, swirling and sailing towards the ground where it rested amongst the others, peppering the grass…