There were two colorful leaves, a vibrant dance,
Then frost whispered in, stealing their chance.
The chill embraced, and one took flight,
Now one lonely leaf lies on the ground, basking in the morning light


There were two colorful leaves, a vibrant dance,
Then frost whispered in, stealing their chance.
The chill embraced, and one took flight,
Now one lonely leaf lies on the ground, basking in the morning light







for Debbie’s six word Saturday
There is a certain melancholy in the air when the midnight ladies bloom. They begin to be the last blooming flowers of summer.




Ligularia dentata a perennial plant in the Asteraceae family and the genus Ligularia . It is native to China and Japan. Ligularia is a vigorous grower with kidney-shaped leaves that are very toothed. The leaf petioles can be over 30 centimeters long. Midnight Lady is also an excellent plant for butterflies and pollinators.
For Debbie’s Six Words Saturday.

For Debbie´s Six Words Saturday.
For Debbies Six Word Saturday I offer you a scene from last night: A quiet night, with mist hovering over the field, framed by silhouettes of trees and a fence under a bright moon of September.

Moonlit whispers weave through September’s mist,
Soft silver glow where shadows gently twist.
Veils of vapor, drifting, dance on the breeze,
Nature’s quiet secrets, brought to its knees.
Stars peek shyly from their heavens up high,
As the moon casts its gaze on the world nearby.
A tranquil embrace in the nocturnal hue,
Misty echoes of dreams, woven anew.

We spent family time with our boys at this gig. For Six word Saturday






Daisy in the sun,
Whispers of the gentle breeze,
Nature’s vibrant dance.






Debbie’s Six Word Saturday


Debbies Six Word Saturday

Debbies Six Word Saturday

Debbies Six Word Saturday
Traditional japanese costumes on show at a park in Helsinki on a summer’s day for Six word Saturday




For Debbie’s Six Words Saturday.



Debbies Six Word Saturday
Release me from this icy blanket that wraps tightly around me, stifling any warmth and locking me in a relentless chill, the frozen tendrils of winter’s grasp weighing heavily on my spirit, as I long for the gentle embrace of sunlight that offers the hope of comfort and rejuvenation.

Linked to FOTD and Six Word Saturday


Debbies Six Word Saturday