quietly

Just like that, the sunshine-tinted maple leaves are gone, leaving only winter's skeleton out my window. A few brown leaves cling still, but every time the wind picks up more of them fall, quietly, coming to rest on the browning ground. I'm bracing myself to live in the grayish monotone of winter once more - but before I quite give in, I want to fill this page with color, the crystal blue sky shining down on glowing white mountains and shimmering yellow trees.