As my feet crunch through carpets of fallen leaves I pull in deep, November's cold frosty breath, detecting the earthy, crisp leafy smell to have an edge of burnt cinnamon.
Autumn's low sunlight shocks my eyes with an unexpected warmth, as I continue my long stroll.
The sparsely clothed trees, bravely holding on to their Fall painted leaves release a few as I go by.
Fiery orange Sugar Maples drifting,
twirling blood red Oak,
golden Sweet Birch and the bright scarlet of Blackgum leaves.
My Soul has learned to dance beneath the Autumn leaf rain.
To smile in this Seasons goodbye.
Though there's a wanting like a longing in this house called a body with a bit of Autumn in my heart that has to shed the dead pieces, let them gently fall away to make room for the new, time and time again.
©Donna H.
November 2, 2023
(Text/Bilder/Audio)
Anhang anzeigen Record (online-voice-recorder.com) (16).mp3
Autumn's low sunlight shocks my eyes with an unexpected warmth, as I continue my long stroll.
The sparsely clothed trees, bravely holding on to their Fall painted leaves release a few as I go by.
Fiery orange Sugar Maples drifting,
twirling blood red Oak,
golden Sweet Birch and the bright scarlet of Blackgum leaves.
My Soul has learned to dance beneath the Autumn leaf rain.
To smile in this Seasons goodbye.
Though there's a wanting like a longing in this house called a body with a bit of Autumn in my heart that has to shed the dead pieces, let them gently fall away to make room for the new, time and time again.
©Donna H.
November 2, 2023
(Text/Bilder/Audio)
Anhang anzeigen Record (online-voice-recorder.com) (16).mp3