Mytwosentences 85


Temperatures are tumbling and flurries are flying yet the sky is widening, as if opening up its majestic arms to welcome a reconditioned season for a warm winter hug.
Beneath this unfolding fuss, a single slender tree stands silent, as the gloaming autumn surrenders itself to the jabbering yaff of true chilling frost.
(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

44 thoughts on “Mytwosentences 85

  1. I went completely the opposite direction than you did. I see the other trees, barely hanging on to life, Autumnal (I told you I like that word) zombies in frozen pursuit of the lone escapee whom attempts to flee into winter’s harbor. The winter haven where the lone survivor can plot a furious last ditch effort to be an individual against the Stepford Wife’s odds, in the hibernation sleep that offers hopeful dreams of resignation.

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