The content features a poem called “I Wait for You,” expressing an unwavering love amidst changing seasons, along with a personal reflection by Colleen about enjoying a sunny autumn day in Virginia. She shares her experiences at a local winery, celebrating the beauty of the season and emphasizing the importance of cherishing life.
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Winter Wine
Colleen Keller Breuning reflects on a snowy week, describing the warmth of winter wine amidst the cold and impending storm. As tax season looms, she humorously shares her pet peeve: whining, highlighted by a long-standing sign in her laundry room. She wishes friends a safe and warm weekend.
Indian Summer
Indian Summer Sun sits high in October skiesin fields of blue where eagle fliesGeese frolic as the chipmunks playon this Indian summer day. The warm sweat drips down from my brow,wishing fall would break, here and now.Watching crimson leaves blow astrayon this Indian summer day. Soon the autumn will come unboundwith frost like diamonds onContinue reading “Indian Summer”
First Frost
The content reflects the arrival of autumn and the writer’s enjoyment of the season. They describe the pleasant weather, their activities, and a unique sighting of Starlink satellites. The post also includes plans for the weekend and a mood of reflection. The writer expresses excitement for autumn and shares their relaxed weekend plans.
At First Frost
At First Frost Dewfrozenon grass bladesfirst frost comes latecrunching under bootssudden change of seasonsas December tumbles downcold air clashes with bitter windsbare branches of the maples tremblescored and stripped of their remaining brown leavesalabaster clouds gather overheadsignaling their steely intentionsa gentle hush comes over mewhite snow speaks in silent tonguesreleasing pristine flakesand I breathe deeplyasContinue reading “At First Frost”
The Finish Line
The Finish Line Clouds hang overhead geese crowd the banks when the rain starts to fall the farmer gives thanks. The harvest has passed with bountiful yields winter is fast coming there’s frost in the fields. Feel the push of the wind and the bite of the cold his skin etched with time bones fragileContinue reading “The Finish Line”
Colleen Keller Breuning 