Turning gold among the velvet, yielding
leaves that are green and fresh withering
off these auburn branches that twitch among
the winds of fall,
The whispering of secrets amongst these
rustling leaves within this season,
withering off
fading amongst its beauty, to tarnished
auburn, gold, orange, amber, and red,
From immaculate velvet, thriving green to a
beautiful crunch shade of brown while the
leaves still fall, Autumn is still
approaching.
The leaves of life, the representation of
mystifying seasons amongst the withering
leaves who exchange secrets amongst the
harsh, whistling wind blowing away the
thought... the wind's secret...
Autumn is coming. |
Submission Name: Autumn Withers
