Whispers of Autumn's Spruce
Amidst the mist of autumn's haze,
Where spruce trees stand in a quiet daze.
Their branches donned in hues so bold,
A tapestry of red and gold.
The air,
a whispering,
cool caress,
Through branches dancing in finesse.
In the quiet mist of autumn's trance,
The world is wrapped in nature's dance.
These photos were taken in Inner Mongolia during autumn.
