Overnight they left, flown
like a flock of bright birds
leaving bare twigs
dark trunks
against the autumn sky.
Now pavements strewn
with drifts of leaves
copper, yellow and brown
and every colour inbetween
bring memories as crisp
as every step;
snowdrifts are fun, but
oh! I remember
falling
into piles of leaves,
laughing.
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bellissimo…
The same here – is it an especially good years for golden leaves, I wonder.
Think perhaps yes! (But then again do I think that every year? I can’t remember – age related forgetfulness).
You have a light ouch; this is lovely. 🙂
Ho ho! This made me laugh. I actually do have a light ‘ouch’ at the moment, with a trigger thumb!
🙂 Wow, what a typo! I’m glad you had a laugh anyway. 🙂
Beautifully written with perfect images to match.
Thank you, Jane! It’s lovely to hear you say the words and images match – it’s something that’s important to me and the balance isn’t easy. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t!