the color brown falls from the sky in passive splashes of fresh beauty in leaves and kisses and soil and freckles the color brown is about as jack-o-lanterns smile with its flame the flame a color of brown brown the flame of fall
–Written years ago as an ode to Autumn. I’ve always had a love affair with the season– through the pen, the lens, the skin, and the scent of a bonfire and decaying leaves. Now I have to travel several hundred miles north to feel its arms around me for a brief moment. What do you love about Fall?