Autumn Chill

Nights Closing In And Colder Mornings

   This old bead maker is feeling and seeing signs of autumn here in the fens, cooler mornings now welcome us each day and the autumn fruits slowly ripen in ancient orchards long forgotten by fruit sellers. Old apples of taste will fall on lush rich grass to lay and decay while shoppers will bite those tasteless green fruits of wax that adorn out markets, such a shame we forget these gems of our past, those families that walked before us knew their flavours and welcomed their gifts each harvest with smiles and thanks.
   For me I've missed my tale writing and sights I share with you, the reasons hard to explain but now I hope to return to these pages as enjoyment they bring me and an insight to my world they give to those who it may interest.
   As harvest dust settles on stubble fields and noble game glean corn from the fen soil my flame still burns and plays with glass while I sit and admire the molten marriage that widens my eyes and fills my heart. Mornings still bring this child his smiles and excitement when beads appear yet still his perfect bead will hide away until it feels he as learned enough and one day that time will come and it will be his last.