As Raustra pressed her nose against the cold window pane in the vehicle, she gazed around at the Fading Autumn, Unpacking the conversations with her late mother about nature and A Chill Between Seasons, The russeted trees remembered her sparkling energy and merrily swayed, Until now, amongst others, this was also categorized as Forgotten Paths, Mapleton Hall seemed cold and uninviting, shrouded in darkness, as the vehicle approached the Iron Gates, Nestling into her cozy seat, she turned back as she thought about Autumn’s Farewell. Luckily, she loved interacting with words; both her late parents were authors, Engaged in the moment, her quickened hand scribbled the words “Frozen Dreams," A large leather-bound book contained deep citrine, crisped leaves from previous years, Visitors to Mapleton Hall were a frequent occurrence; her life was to become like the Changing Of The Leaves, Exiting the vehicle, she could hear a Silent Echo of a Raven, She stood at the foot of the steps; Winter was on the tip of the horizon, faced with a Fading Autumn, In her eagerness to know more, she chose to traipse around the grounds, Neutrality between changing thoughts, slightly shivering. "A Chill Between Seasons," she mused. Wandering through the thick undergrowth of entwined vines, she found Forgotten Paths hidden secretly, Intrigued by the Iron Gates, she ran her gloved fingers along the outline of the intricate design, Nearing the towering trees, she hugged the sturdy trunks and sang “Autumn’s Farewell," Those sweet memories and brimming smiles of her parents are now relegated to Frozen Dreams, Energetic and lively, now soggy and sad, the Changing Of The Leaves as they meet their demise, Rippling with subtleness, she could hear Nature’s Silent Echo.
Oh my!! I'm sooooo sorry I just saw your passage and I was wondering where you were 💖💖 My dearest friend you are amazing 🥰 The deeply personal connections to both past and place are stunningly woven together. Raustra’s reflections feel so vivid and profound, drawing readers into her world. Thank you for sharing this and sorry again 🫂❤️
@@Era.eScapes There is no requirement to apologize, dearest friend; comments on this platform can be easily missed!! I am so happy you enjoyed this written piece; again, you created a masterpiece!! The soundscape is heavenly, and every graphical artwork brings it together. Keep sharing and creating!! Wishing you, your family, and all listeners a joyful Merry Christmas and a superb New Year. 😊😍❤💚👏👏🫂🎉🎶💎
I L🧡VE THIS! Autumn not releasing its grip & Winter saying hey - I'm here, actually happens here in New England often. Its always gorgeous albeit dangerous for the commute. The house, iron gate, the moody blending of the seasons, and yes! The music. This is WONDERFUL. 🧡🍂🎵🍂❄🍂🎵🍂🧡
Thank you ♥️ I was missing autumn so I combined the two best seasons ❄️🍁 it would be amazing to see where you are! Thank you for all your encouragement and support 🥰
As Raustra pressed her nose against the cold window pane in the vehicle, she gazed around at the Fading Autumn,
Unpacking the conversations with her late mother about nature and A Chill Between Seasons,
The russeted trees remembered her sparkling energy and merrily swayed,
Until now, amongst others, this was also categorized as Forgotten Paths,
Mapleton Hall seemed cold and uninviting, shrouded in darkness, as the vehicle approached the Iron Gates,
Nestling into her cozy seat, she turned back as she thought about Autumn’s Farewell.
Luckily, she loved interacting with words; both her late parents were authors,
Engaged in the moment, her quickened hand scribbled the words “Frozen Dreams,"
A large leather-bound book contained deep citrine, crisped leaves from previous years,
Visitors to Mapleton Hall were a frequent occurrence; her life was to become like the Changing Of The Leaves,
Exiting the vehicle, she could hear a Silent Echo of a Raven,
She stood at the foot of the steps; Winter was on the tip of the horizon, faced with a Fading Autumn,
In her eagerness to know more, she chose to traipse around the grounds,
Neutrality between changing thoughts, slightly shivering. "A Chill Between Seasons," she mused.
Wandering through the thick undergrowth of entwined vines, she found Forgotten Paths hidden secretly,
Intrigued by the Iron Gates, she ran her gloved fingers along the outline of the intricate design,
Nearing the towering trees, she hugged the sturdy trunks and sang “Autumn’s Farewell,"
Those sweet memories and brimming smiles of her parents are now relegated to Frozen Dreams,
Energetic and lively, now soggy and sad, the Changing Of The Leaves as they meet their demise,
Rippling with subtleness, she could hear Nature’s Silent Echo.
Oh my!! I'm sooooo sorry I just saw your passage and I was wondering where you were 💖💖 My dearest friend you are amazing 🥰 The deeply personal connections to both past and place are stunningly woven together. Raustra’s reflections feel so vivid and profound, drawing readers into her world. Thank you for sharing this and sorry again 🫂❤️
@@Era.eScapes There is no requirement to apologize, dearest friend; comments on this platform can be easily missed!! I am so happy you enjoyed this written piece; again, you created a masterpiece!! The soundscape is heavenly, and every graphical artwork brings it together. Keep sharing and creating!!
Wishing you, your family, and all listeners a joyful Merry Christmas and a superb New Year. 😊😍❤💚👏👏🫂🎉🎶💎
Gracias, te escucho a diario.
I’m honoured ♥️ Thank you very much!
I L🧡VE THIS! Autumn not releasing its grip & Winter saying hey - I'm here, actually happens here in New England often. Its always gorgeous albeit dangerous for the commute.
The house, iron gate, the moody blending of the seasons, and yes! The music. This is WONDERFUL.
🧡🍂🎵🍂❄🍂🎵🍂🧡
Thank you ♥️ I was missing autumn so I combined the two best seasons ❄️🍁 it would be amazing to see where you are! Thank you for all your encouragement and support 🥰
merry xmas
Merry Christmas 🎅🎄