An array of reds, amber and
browns
A few remaining greens
- a collected collage of the
cycle of death,
crunching underfoot.
Bright rays of iridescence behind
greying cotton and watered skies.
Warm winds, cold air -
the smell before rain.
Damp woodland painted with
the radiance of sun strokes.
Fragile stems of waning leaves
clinging onto trees, branches almost
naked.
Clear nights, glitter across an
empty canvas of black.
Breathing in freshness, tasting
Autumn on my tongue.
The last leaf falls, to complete
the art of dying-
Autumn calls.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
good job my friend..
much appreciated.
(In the Fall)
I'm glad you like it either way =)
