A veil of frost, gossamer thin, has painted our world as we slept. White, like delicate lace, the first of the season.
Fading trees against crisp blue skies, with leaves suspended, ready to drop, memories of summer echoing as they fall.
I see Autumn’s decay, there is beauty in it, so I breath in its final offerings before they are lost for another year.
Pulling up my collar against the cold, I walk on, knowing winter is not far away.
Inspired by one of this month’s Writealm prompts ‘veil’.