Autumn

[frualeydis]

This morning (at half past nine) the ground is covered with frost that glistens in the sun. The sky is bright blue and there's not acloud to be seen. High in the sky the half moon rides and my breath is like smoke coming out of my mouth. The trees are turning from green to yellow, the maples are all yellow, but ash and willow and lots of other trees are still green. The lawn is green and silver and the last roses are also covered with frost.

Oh, I love autumn!

Eva