Diva Musing: Fall Leaves

Fall, leaves, fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; 
Lengthen night and shorten day; 
Every leaf speaks bliss to me 
Fluttering from the autumn tree. 
I shall smile when wreaths of snow 
Blossom where the rose should grow; 
I shall sing when night’s decay 
Ushers in a drearier day.
Ms. Bronte chooses to look at fall as a transition to drearier days.  Yet each diva can choose how she wished to look at this turn of events that nature is so faithful in bringing to us each season.  The colors, the smell of pumpkin bread and blazing fires, with marshmallows to be roasted and chestnuts to be toasted. These all portend a more joyful connotation to me. 
How do you look at fall?  Remember form follows thought….design us a beautiful fall please!
The Queen Cronista

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