Firethorns

All is quiet in autumn’s early light. From its faraway zenith, the equinoctial sun bathes the quivering world in its aureate gleam. Nature is simmering, fawn leaves are rustling in the expectant air. Soon all will burst in golden shades and brilliant tones. An ebullition of colour, a feast of warmth, a burning banquet. All … Continue reading Firethorns