Take me to the April sun in Canberra (pronounced Canbra). In the words of George Eliot:
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
Daylight savings has ended. so we sleep in another hour.
A gentle sun shines upon us — all yellow and burnished gold.
And blushed with pink.
As April advances, orange sings.
Then exhales softly in the setting sun.
As a star rises in the east.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons monthly photo challenge hosted by Su Leslie of Zimmerbitch. Do consider joining in. It is a lot of fun.