Morning Fog

Morning fog alters the atmosphere, washing out the background, and painting the foreground in simple shapes.

Not even a falling leaf makes a sound on the dampened earth.

A young doe stands at attention and listens...

...while a buck sniffs the air, depending on non-visual cues.

The ancient oak seems to listen, too, leaning into the fog.
What does he hear?

Linking with Saturday's Critters

I Love Autumn

I love autumn with its cobalt skies washed clean by the rain,

a canopy of orange overhead, 

and a new layer of rusty leaves blanketing the ground, hiding acorn snacks.

I love the trees, checkered above the bluff, 

seeds taking flight on silken strands,

and the sound of acorns, bouncing off the roof like popcorn.

I love autumn,

and my heart soars in gratitude to the One who made it,

who also formed galaxies,

who gave the promise of forever.

And this is the real and eternal life;

That they know you,

The one and only true God,

And Jesus Christ, whom you sent.

John 17:3