crimson

by Lily C. Fen light emerged on our way to Prachatice clouds rolling down slopes of green misty curtains embracing shadows dancing over a pond.
head home at noon done for the day ecstatic after two performances
the sun a generous haze of warmth Grandmother’s summer, they call it.
drive past the telltale hills of land-locked Czech Republic home of my husband gaze at verdant and ochre trees yellowing leaves magnificent as they bid farewell to summer with pomp and drama.
corals, fiery shades of amber and burnt orange roar at me watch me a sea of summer leaves give way to ferocious red like the sunset in my soul.
I had never seen autumn with my own eyes until now. golden glorious vermillion October