Jun. 17, 2008 - Story
Splendor of Color Between the rows of poplars, Summer strolls with her skirt hem sweeping across the brown grass. Her golden locks trail along the landscape. As Summer dips her delicate brush into the paint can, she creates a portrait of her splendor of scarlet, tangerines and gold upon the plain canvas. Downcast she steps and inhales a deep breath. Summer stops and turns back, and exhales a long frosted breath, causing bare trees behind her to shiver. Summer wanders to the golden fields; the late morning breeze blows three lonely yellow and green leaves towards her.
Brittany
