Saturday, 12 October 2013

Autumn

Autumn runs through the stands of Red Rise Shade, along the banks of Red Rise Brook and disappears into the shadowy depths of Burly Old Enclosure. Carried on increasingly chill winds, she sparkles on the babbling brook and dances amongst the long cast shadows and whispering murmuring boughs, not yet ready to give up their coats, but turning into a rich tapestry of earthy hues, to complement her earthy perfume, heavy and heady.  All synonymous with the Autumn forest. Like a fickle lover torn between four different muses, all beautiful, all so generous, so giving, I love all the seasons, but I'm always in love with the one I'm with.

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