Leaves are beginning to canvas the earth like rust-colored flowers in an old-fashioned garden. Crisp breezes gently stir in the recess of my soul, awakening a long-forgotten hope. Trees are whispering softly, sharing stories trapped in time.
Bon-fires glow with expectant light, casting dancing shadows on the amber hue of my reason. What would you give to embrace the matchless turquoise horizon?
From the dusty rose of sunset springs a chilly darkness, illuminated only by celestial diamonds. Another day is done.
Senses heightened by the approach of fall... The beauty of things to come...
3 comments:
this piece is beautiful.
that's why i love fall so much, it inspires such miraculous things :)
...the smell of leaves burning, and the taste of crunchy, fall apples from the mountains...ahhh
It seems that my friends have all become quiet cogent and eloquent writers in these past few days. I think this was great, I am so jealous. I'll talk to you later and try to suck some of that talent from you so maybe I will be able to write like that.
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