My soul is in a state of perpetual Autumn.

Autumn is here and winter is coming.
Two guests I could do without.
I am afraid of them, these strangers
living outside my greenhouse.
They press against the glass, voyeurs,
these seasonal saboteurs.

A world where the sky is cloaked in perpetual overcast, the scent of woodsmoke is always in the air, and the trees that burn there burn forever.

Autumn is the time when love matures in gentleness.

Halloween creatures both friendly & gruesome peered out of the rustling leaves.

There is only one autumn in a year, but in people’s life, there are many autumns in one year!