An autumn day with chilled wind whips dry leaves in front of every step I take,
An ancient tree groans and creaks and gently sways
As I pass it sending warning of the coming winter preparations we must make
Whilst a squirrel scurries past in haste gathering provisions and hesitates in curiosity watching as I wend my way.
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II loved your images, your unique use of descriptive language, the rich words you chose and of course the well-known symbol of autumn that hold oceans of meanings, Well done, Ro'ya
Kind, warm, playful, a happy poem, made me smile and wish for some golden leafs to play..Thanks for share, I enjoyed it,10! ! !