Floating, drifting leaves all around;
Acorns drop and scatter upon the ground.
Leaves painted red and yellow, orange and gold;
Lingering autumn aroma teases the nose.
Acorns dropping from the old oak trees
Uncovered and bare branches sway in the chilly breeze
Thick needled pines remain a deep hunter green
Untouched by time and the approaching winter season
Maple, elms, ash, and birch all sway and soon follow suit
Now changing hues and peaking as their leaves drift upon my shoes.
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. ~ Colossians 4:6
Branching out into writing
Your Life, Your Mind - It Matters!
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
Colleen M. Chesebro ~ Novelist, Prose Metrist, & Word Witch
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Reading fiction with a focus on craft