chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air possibilities wind-blown leaves swirling at my feet edges newly turned crimson, pumpkin, gold some worship spring verdant and fertile but I am a woman of the North explosion of my … Continue reading Throwback Friday: Summer Falls Into Winter – Christine E. Ray

chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air possibilities wind-blown leaves swirling at my feet edges newly turned crimson, pumpkin, gold some worship spring verdant and fertile but I am a woman of the North explosion of my … Continue reading Summer Falls Into Winter