Summer turns to autumn Scarlet sky alight Eager eyes they clock watch As long day’s turn to night The warmth of sun is over Coolness in the air A plethora of auburn Arrives without a care The fiery transformation Crimson covers green The bloody red of summer No longer to be seen We stand out …
A crimson velvet blanket Adorns the autumn ground Cushioned air of silence Barely makes a sound Winds of change they beckon Life is glistened by the moon Summer felt eternal Autumn could not come to soon Fate brought us together Glances across a room Fear of the unknown Let normal life resume But a chance …
They call autumn the season of change. Evident in the change of colours between a blanket of green and the dynamic fiery orange and red that now adorn the ground. There is something magical about autumn for me; it’s always been the most eventful of seasons. Some people believe that their lives take on a …
From a very early age I have always had the best fortune in September, October and November. Maybe it’s coincidence, it could even be fate but nearly all of the major changes in my life have happened in these months. It is usually the last week of October and the beginning of November where this happens. Of course being Pagan it is a very big day on 31 October but maybe I am just lucky.