A single breath of crisp fall air. A single golden leaf, fluttering, beckoning. A single magpie stoically ignoring. A single squirrel chattering, proclaiming from its favorite branch. A still brown hare peering from its borough. A single step, and then another, away from summer, stepping into the earth’s annual glory.
Eileen finds autumn days uplifting, comforting, and full of joy and hope.
Perfect!
Beautiful descriptions! I am experiencing the glory of autumn as we speak. 🍂🍁
I would just change your last three words to “God’s annual glory”.
I do understand why you say that, though I think I would choose another example from nature. Also, with fifty words even changing one word means changing everything, but now you have me thinking about alternatives.
That is a lovely beautifully compressed observation.