“Farewell to you, sweet autumnAs leisurely you goYou’ve turned the trees to stately beingsPrepared for winter snow Farewell to you, sweet grandeurUntil you come againTo drape the earth in golden graceWe’ll wait for you, till then.” Laura Jaworski
“Sweet winter wanderingDusted in snowBundled up tightlyHowling winds blowFrost in the wildwoodWarmth through the doorFrom cold into cozyIs what winter’s for.” Laura Jaworski
“Frost upon a windowpaneAnd gently falling snowWarmth beside a crackling fireWhile biting north winds blow Books and blankets, steaming teaThe soft glow of an emberCandlelight and cozy nights ~The magic of December.” Laura Jaworski ❄️
“What a beautiful gift the trees give, offering their leaves to the earth with a promise of beauty, nourishment, and renewal.” ~ Laura Jaworski
“The leaves have drifted to the earthTheir golden dance is doneAnd all about the wood are signsThe quiet time has come The animals will settle soonThe air is kissed with coldAnd now we wait, for soon will comeThe year’s first fallen snow.” Laura Jaworski
“Autumn’s gold has fallenIt rests upon the floorA garment laid about the woodThat once the fair trees wore But still the leaves are treasureHeld fondly by the earthFor every mote in nature’s keepIs infinite in worth.” Laura Jaworski
“What is the magic of an autumn day?I do not know, I cannot sayBut does a woodland set aglowNot stir the longings of the soul? What is the magic of a winter snow?I cannot say, I do not knowBut does a landscape dressed in frillNot speak of something greater still?” Laura Jaworski 🍂
“Oh that I could bottle fallAnd make the magic lastToo rapidly the colors fadeThe leaves depart too fast But then, the winter snows will comeAnd afterward, the greenAnd so I’ll treasure every stepAnd each breath in-between.” Laura Jaworski 🍂
“Autumn is a place where words fall short. It is a magic that must be felt, breathed, experienced, and treasured.” ~ Laura Jaworski
“Autumn in your stately gloryCome, tell us another storyTell us of your vibrant shadesAnd how your woodland gold is madeCome tell us how it feels to flyAs leaves depart to grace the skyAnd lend your tale so we might keepYour beauty while you soundly sleep.” Laura Jaworski
Bugburry Pond by Laura Jaworski 