Leaves are on the ground. Another reminder that the warm, blissful summer days have come to an end.
Moss growing between the cracks of my stone walkway holds the moisture and scent of recent rain. Looking down at it takes me back to a happy place in the past. Deep woods covered in green. Many things happened there, but that is a story for me.
In the early morning, my Halloween decorations take on the eerie glow of the rising sun. A spider, eyes bright red, hangs from the roof by a thread. Old, crumbling gravestones poke out of the ground. Bright, orange pumpkins reflect the yellow, autumn sun rising over the trees. The scent of the pine trees above wafts down with a rainshower of pine needles, joining those already on the ground, dried brown by the summer sun.
One last blooming flower, bright pink in color, rests in our otherwise dead flower pots. A sign of hope, amidst another dreary morning.
Moss growing between the cracks of my stone walkway holds the moisture and scent of recent rain. Looking down at it takes me back to a happy place in the past. Deep woods covered in green. Many things happened there, but that is a story for me.
In the early morning, my Halloween decorations take on the eerie glow of the rising sun. A spider, eyes bright red, hangs from the roof by a thread. Old, crumbling gravestones poke out of the ground. Bright, orange pumpkins reflect the yellow, autumn sun rising over the trees. The scent of the pine trees above wafts down with a rainshower of pine needles, joining those already on the ground, dried brown by the summer sun.
One last blooming flower, bright pink in color, rests in our otherwise dead flower pots. A sign of hope, amidst another dreary morning.
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