The End Of Fall

Below is my “go to” poem dedicated to the bright colors of the season and the act of letting go of warmth and outdoor living. I’m a little late this year. Out my window I see a new blanket of snow covering my back yard.

This season we had a sneaky, early snow storm. Normally I would have been on time posting this beautiful poetry – but what’s “normal” anymore?

These beautiful leaves fell over the fence from my neighbor’s yard. I borrowed them to use as references for this year’s piece. I painted on watercolor paper in my most recent watercolor journal.

Since Covid is causing us to head “within” again, I have decided to feature a watercolor journal page a day. Hopefully you’ll find some images enjoyable. Until tomorrow, blessings, be safe, and take good care.

2 thoughts on “The End Of Fall

  1. Thank you Su. The poem is one of my favorites as well. I hope you are safe and well and gaining some comfort since we last talked. I have been up and down but am still standing. We will be doing Thanksgiving separately this year….first time in Bri’s sweet life. I feel worst for my mom for whom the holidays are always a big thing. Tom and I will go and see her after Thanksgiving for a meal together since we are in a “pod” and have been maintaining some in-person contact with distancing. We will be planning the winter holidays for this summer.

    How are you my friend? I pray for your wellness every day. Sending big virtual hugs…..Candace

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