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
Mytwosentences 
‘That’ made me feel like hugging this tree.
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That’s so nice. Thank You.
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So beautifully rendered in words.
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I appreciate that Paula. Thank You.
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My jaw dropped again. Wow! Love, Amy
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Thank You, Thank You & Thank You.
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the starkness of the bare tree juxtaposes well with the sunset shades. the words complement the picture beautifully.
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You are very kind. Thank You so much.
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Now there’s a new word for me – yaff. And I shall be using it; it’s such a good word!
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Thank You Bruce.
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Lovely words…Love the photo
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Thank You so much.
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This is beautiful.
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Thank You for your kind words.
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You are welcome!
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There really needs to be a “Love” button.
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Love the love button.
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😉
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I just love your two sentences! You say the neatest things!
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You are very kind. Thank You Elaine.
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I like this strong, little tree. Reminds me of Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree 🙂
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Yes. Thank You so very much.
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank You so much.
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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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Absolutely incredible. I love your perspective, Thank You.
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You’re so generous with your words. I do like that about your writing.
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You are very kind. Thank You.
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jabbering yaff ?? i love it …. ! ks
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Thank You Kurt.
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What a beautiful winter sunset 😉
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Thank You so much.
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One of my favourites!
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I’m so glad Pearlz. Thank You so very much.
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Love, love the thesis of your blog– simple, and always beautifully full.
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You are so very kind Rhonda. Thank You, I honestly appreciate it.
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Serenity . May I reblog?
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Anytime. Honestly. Thank You so very much.
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Many thanks. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Tales of Unwise Paths.
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These are all so beautifully written and so… Interpretatable (that is defiantly not a word but whatever). I absolutely adore these. Thanks for your words
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Thank You so much for your kind words. I truly appreciate it.
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My favorite Van Gogh is the one looking across the pond at night, towards a bridge. Nice!
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I really appreciate your wonderfully kind words. Thank You so much.
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