Our Dogwood tree a-blazed in autumn’s colorful glow,
oranges and burgundies; a quiet fire outside my kitchen window.
Each morning it greeted me; joyful, gently, full of warm glowing energy.
Then a wind came, a sudden November sweep that carried its colors into the sky.
Now it stands bare, a shell of what it was,
yet I still feel the echo of its brightness,
the memory of how it lived.
so beautifully.
right in front of me.
till next year Dogwood Tree. xo
valeria out loud 
Stay warm up there, Valeria! I’m watching The Weather Channel just now. 🥶
Ha. Thanks John. It is the first flurry of snow and I am already so over Winter. Enjoy that sunshine!!☀️
Oooh boy, maybe you all should move south a ways, eh? I do not miss those Michigan winters! My sister still lives in Michigan and keeps me updated on the temps.
Stay toasty!