Softly, silently, frosty flakes form a blanket of snowy stillness.
Through frostbitten leaves under empty trees, I walk... My feet crunch onwards.
Lone tree in the mist, reaching out with leafless limbs through autumn’s last gasp.
It’s World Kindness Day. Shall we spread a little love? I think that we should.
Rusty November... I remember, remember a long, lost summer.
More than words, love is tender lips and fingertips - peaceful, open arms.
Leaves fall quietly, raining colours and hues of autumnal endings.