Autumn. I love this word, and I find the season to be full of beauty and creativity.
I have two poems forthcoming about the fall season in the Rochester Post-Bulletin, and I am so pleased.
What words come to your mind when you think about fall? As a collection of words, here are mine. Chill, crickets, orange, yellow, brown, cinnamon, apple, fire, turn.
Here’s wising you an inspirational fall.