Fall is one of my favourite seasons. The outside world explodes in a burst of color. Crisp mornings lead into mild afternoons before dropping into chilly evenings; people gather indoors and relax in the warmth of their house, and clear nights burst with a dazzling display of stars. It’s the harvest time, not just for families to gather and celebrate the abundance of life, but for me to harvest new ideas for future projects. This is my writer’s pallet, where I can draw from the elements of nature a rich setting for story, or celebrate the change with the evocative words of poetry.
A lone bird trills, singing the last song of a dying summer, while change swoops over the Western world like medieval soldiers swarming the battlefield.
Crimson leaves dance, glittering with dew in crisp sunlight, gallantly clinging to weary branches;
The enchanting aroma of smouldering wood and mulled wine linger in the air, and behind the orange glow haunting misty windows, families gather to celebrate the harvest.