Fall in FL

Indian Summer

Indian summer blew by like
dandelions nights filled with
a golden orb hanging low in the
shadowy sky an inflated swollen
moon that whispered of waving
harvests and sun kissed grains.

Indian summer flew by like
birds’ migrations south through
chilled air and leaves turning
scarlet, sunglow, and burnt umber
pumpkins ripening amidst tangled
vines twisting and turning.

© Pamela Rossow

Friday Moment

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photos – no words – capturing moments from the week. Simple, special, extraordinary moments. Moments you want to pause, savour and remember. “This Moment” is a ritual found on  Life inspired by the Wee Man which I then kidnapped from Almost there by Sarah-Jane.