A Cool Wind Blows
It's time for change.
Mother Nature sucks in a deep breath and buckles down for the upcoming days...whatever they may bring.
It's the time of year when she shakes loose the last of Summer's hold in preparation for Old Man Winter.
Welcome to the Wind Rivers.
We stand in the grip of Autumn, and wow, is it a sight to behold!
The pines stand tall with fellow aspens at their side, quaking with the breathtaking change of the season.
They bathe the forest in gold and burnt orange as bare granite peaks stand guard.
Then the sun darkens and clouds roll over the mountains.
Leaves tumble from their perches and carpet the forest floor.
Winter's on its way.
This is Fall in God's Country.
Praise the Lord!
Isa 55:12 "For you shall go out with joy, And be led out with peace; The mountains and the hills Shall break forth into singing before you, And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."
Raised in Louisiana and Wyoming, Renee began writing poetry in junior high school. After having her son, a desire to attend pharmacy school sent her small family to the University of Wyoming in Laramie, and she's been counting pills ever since. While writing's her first love, she also likes to fish and hunt as well as pick away on her classical guitar.
Once again in the foothills of the Wind River Mountains with her husband, crazy dogs and ornery cat, she serves her small community as a pharmacist and pens her stories any chance she can get. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.