Fall down
And now I hate to see them already lying on the ground. Their lives, already short, have served their purpose and brown death quickly claims them. Wind cruelly hastens their demise. They desperately cling to each branch with the fiercest tenacity nature allows, the final remnant of autumn's masterwork. But the palette has gone dry.Shells of their former selves now, just last week they were a shock to my system.
posted by rekkidbraka @ 8:23 AM
1 Comments:
Beautiful imagery there, rekkid. You have such a way with words that I only wish I had. As for the leaves, we never get them around here. Most of the natural foliage are evergreen. Since we don't have a real winter, I don't really see fall colors around here.
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