Portrait of Sarah

And autumn came, with its colourful hue, crispy clear was the air with morning mist, after nights frosty coldness tears of dew, to reflect the essence of nature‘s whist. Autumn colours of brown, red and yellow the sun setting its sight toward winter, asleep beyond ripeness of life mellow, leaving behind summer’s light and glister. Like nature’s fall, love has grown to ripeness, waiting for ardours new awakening to blossom once more with virgin fondness, and discover love’s tenderest feeling. Autumn lay to rest nature’s planted seed, depth of love to grow, its emotions heed. T.J Grén