Breath of the season, chill in the air, Winter’s fingers almost there, A forest still, calm and profound, In November’s grasp, so tightly bound.In tranquil beauty, time halts its flow. A moment’s peace, an endless roam, In this November forest, I find home.


That is so beautiful… mysterious and ethereal. Forests are made for Autumn 😊
Thanks forest are made for all seasons, more mysterious in autumn ;.-)
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Just beautiful Ritva ❤🍂
So beautiful Ritva. Excellent photo