Looked at through a cobweb on a fresh September dawn bedecked with shining dewdrops on the rose bush on the lawn, while below me in the valley a swathe of thick white mist snakes along the river waiting to be kissed by the first long rays of the sun's embrace peeping o'er the hill.
Crows caw and cackle cracking dawn shattering the secrets of early morn, chirp and whistle adding voice to the song nature awakens by the feathery alarm.
There's leaves waiting to be gathered pooled by the trunk while others remain restless on limbs seeking one strong gale to unite with the fallen and have done with the inevitable. The rake is eager to prove its worth peeking out from the shed. I'm in no rush while enjoying the lush crimson and amber and brown watching as one by one they topple down.
The tree's now fleshed out with leaves shushing the wind's passion, 'be with me' moaning sighs to its lover sway and stretch of torso and limbs heart pulses vibrating root deep 'always'
A single rose danced stiffly in the cold December dawn her petals turned like blood red lips to greet the Winter sun.
Her sisters had danced before her there but they knew better times hot blue skies and leafy trees the intimate kiss of honey bees in a world that sang and chirped and hummed with life.
But even though the sun is weak and all around is in retreat the wind blows cold and days are short still she holds her head with pride to take one final curtain call.
First frost Riming the landscape A white dawn Announced by the crow's harsh call The waning moon hanging In a cloudless sky As the rising sun's rays Twinkle on the frosted fields.
I made jam, rhubarb with redcurrant, rhubarb with raspberry, strawberry,blackcurrant, but the rhubarb with apricot, it was just the best jam ever ne plus ultra mmmm.............
For BLT's word of the day challenge. The word is "ne plus ultra".