At the old Headland, the wind's discordant music; the cries of seagulls.
Autumn winds are strong across the old Headland's sands. No vibrant leaves are ...
Decaying beauty: rusted red, gold and brown leaves scattered across parks.
Bright colours of leaves, illuminate these dull streets, in the autumn rain.
On the horizon, the sun slowly descending. O how it colours sky and sea for the final...
This subtle September light gently seeps Through the cracks of a broken world. It highlights...
This afternoon is the colour of dreams, Buttressed by sunlight. Outside, the oak trees ...
Whispered liturgies of leaves, scattered among us, by autumn breezes.
Gold and brown leaves mark this season of remembrance. I sense solemn hymns.
Softly glows the light, of September's mellow sun, across these woodlands.
Who watered the plants in heaven, St. Peter kept them lush with perennials arranged in madrigals,...
Fresh, Western winds glide over the icy blue sea, in the twilight hour.
In another world, the wise ones live in forests at the edge of seas, that are infinite...
In Ward Jackson Park, trees are mirrored in the pond, as green and blue merge.
O remember those long dead under earth! For many now forget their rustic ways. They were all...
Although Time's fine trees are many, the root of life Is one, no matter the season. The deep green...
