by Vernon Wade | Nov 15, 2021
A gust blows through the not quite bare oaks, filling the air with swirling leaves. Clouds part and the sun slants bright golden light through the pouring rain. Coyotes whoop in the dark, then fall still. Their echoing cries fade to silence. The bright stars...
by Vernon Wade | Nov 7, 2020
Light breeze from the southeast sends golden leaves sailing by one at a time
by Vernon Wade | Oct 5, 2019
plunging from the sky into the tall oaks, a star rattles to the ground
by Vernon Wade | Nov 30, 2018
One last leaf stubbornly clinging to the end of a branch fluttering in the cold November wind a memory of summer refusing to acknowledge the season has...