Whispers of Autumn
An Ode to the Senses in a Season's Embrace
Amber leaves drift lazily, painting the sky with gold, sunlight flickers through the trees, warm yet turning cold.
The wind hums softly, like a lullaby in the air, branches creak and whisper secrets only they can share.
I press my hand to the ancient bark, rough with time, feeling the knots and ridges, each groove a silent rhyme.
Warm cider kisses my lips, spiced with cinnamon and clove, the taste wraps around my senses like an autumnal trove.
A deep breath pulls in the scent of earth, pine, and rain, moss and damp leaves lingering, as nature's fragrance reigns.
About the Creator
Willow Peddy
I am a 26yr old, looking for something in life to bring a spark of excitement and bring back my artistic and imaginative flare :)
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