Solstice

[rejectomorph]

Winter blew in on gusty winds, scattering the clouds which had granted autumn's last evening a sunset of mauve, rose and vermilion- a curtain closing on a final performance in some doomed theater, the lights going down, the house falling dark but for the white moon which illuminated the bare trees that were so like scenery about to be struck. Now, the stars are fading into the cobalt sky that precedes dawn. The morning air is chill. Winter begins with a clear and blustery day. I'm ready to turn south.