They slowly drop all around

Colours all surround

Like walking inside a melted canvas

An artists dream of blended colours

Whizzing whirling as they fall softly like freshly pressed snowflakes

Snowflakes have not arrived yet but the leaves give me this insight

That it’s not long now.

Pretty shapes different shapes

Edges sharp

And some with tiny bite marks


Some are old moulding into the earth and some are fresh they’ve only just fallen

Others are left cold and trodden

And the trees don’t change in shape at all.

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