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
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.