I took a stroll in the park this week and autumn seemed to enfold me in its arms. It is a season that has such depth and which evokes much thought. So with camera in hand, I spent the afternoon in search of what autumn was to me.
Autumn is the richest shades of sunset,
It is that barren branch, and that lonely flower,
It is that reflection of something beautiful...
A lonely walk, a silent moment,
Autumn is the wet leaves upon the ground,
It is an empty bed of roses, a leafless arbor,
It is a nostalgic farewell,
It is death and beauty in one,
A lingering memory in the fading sunlight...
Autumn is the glorious dusk before the night of winter
Thanks for reading and enjoy the season!
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