The
leaves burn against a white sky, shivering as autumn sneaks into central Texas.
I watch and wait for that perfect day when the red oak’s foliage pulses with
one last burst of color before turning brown, floating down to blanket our yard
against winter’s frosts. My lens captures the last blossoms of fall’s false
spring. Frozen in each frame Nature’s decline.
Copyright 2021 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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