DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their shift, a crisp breeze whispers through the canopy. It brings with it the fragrance of decay and hope for weeks to come. The skies above transform into a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Puffs of heaven drifts across this ever-changing vista, a ballet of light and shadow. It's a epoch for introspection, for searching solace