Inkpot: Autumn

Autumn saunters in with her luscious leaves the colour of flame, stealing summer’s hot fame. Golden honey disappears from the sky: marigold, orange and a faint blushing red only left behind.


The wind whispers and hisses as I walk by, sharing dark secrets for prying ears and eyes.


Autumn is here with her frosty air nipping at my skin, fierce as a kiss.  Clouds blanket the sky, hurling the days in to an abyss.


With promises of winter wandering in along the heavy mists of wind, Autumn kisses the sky with pellets of rain as one final goodbye.

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