The Wanderer Wonders

I stood watching leaves float down like golden sparkles; covering crossroads in layers of lime-yellow. Shining bright it was, blinding, yet the path was gone. The sun has set in puddles of orange and violet casting damp shadows on the walkway; soon the light will go and panic will takes its place. Yet, wasn't it perfect …

Perfect Morning

Peace and quiet painted on colors of the dawn, like sprinkles of sunshine on cupcake; The sleeping leaves snuggled into blankets of sunlight; Branches glistened with crystal-clear dew as they wake; like the fresh rustle of mint breath in the morning and a symphony of sweet songs by the Robins. Photo by Wildlife photographer David Chapman, …