Falling in the Fall
The night was beginning to wane and morning light was rising victoriously. She prayed that today the sun would replace the gloom that now enveloped her surrounds and that the trees would breath life from their finery of green pretties. But fall and its sweeping blows of light frost were 2 months deep and showing no signs of empathy. The sun had barely had a chance to sing before the light hue of goose gray overturned her.