In the morning chill muted crisp of fallen leaves. Dawn peeps through the trees.
I fall asleep on the drizzle in the evening lull. Sun sets silently.
White spots here and there pop up. No snowflakes anymore. White buds spring for spring.
Morning mist wears thin, ghostly vapour lingers in the winter dawn.
Dark blue night curtain above yellow sunset light. Between – violet harmony line.