Leaves gently falling
Soft as a whisper landing
Quiet solitude
I love autumn leaves. It is my favorite time of year. Whenever I see a leaf falling to the ground, I feel blessed to have seen that descent. Yes, I realize it symbolizes an ending, deterioration and even death. But the colors are magnificent against the bright blue sky. The cool breeze envelopes me like a caress and the warmth of the sun kisses my cheek.
Sue Lewis Art 