My eyes, refusing to blink, afraid to miss one moment of the amber and ruby,
Burning images and feelings of the past, present and future,
Heightening every sense in my body,
The lively, October air whistling through the trees and playing with my hair,
Dancing across my skin
The leaves in their full glory, crisp and bright, fall in slow motion, it doesn't feel real,
Change is the song they sing, rhapsodic, mellow, sonorous...
My love affair with Autumn in Nantes
1 comment:
Oh my, I am so jealous. It's just lots of drizzle & rain here. I love how your words mimic the falling of the actual leaves...very poignant.
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