“They are fading fast, dropping too, like flies in summer, only it’s getting colder now.” Gun Roswell



The leaves of colour
Soon but shadows
Slowly fading away
In the October rain
Autumn leaves
Falling down
From the trees
On to the ground
The winds are soon
But a silent whisper
As the leaves bloom
Out of existence
Yes it has happened here and now we have giant sticks waiting for the Spring to be clothed again.
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