The wrinkled leaves of Autumn
Trek down their way through the airy paths
The swift and piercing licking of the sunlight through the hazy skies
Orange and red leaves that crunch and cry
With millions of miles to cover the black hood keeps passing by
Every face that carries a different story, some with neigh some with glory
There's a noise in the air, parched and disconcerted
The newly born keep closed their eyes, sleep with daunting pride
Even through the moving of huge monster like carriers
You can see the mist descending
Birds that hover by, in a silent rhythmic resonance
People clothed in orange, some wrapped in white
Melodic faces of kids painted with irreplaceable smiles, their eyes bursting with joy
TBC...
Monday 31 October 2016
Tales of Autumn
