Autumn colours creep like fire:
Smoky tendrils of fog and mist
Blanket crackling fields of stubble and stalk,
Where charred migrating birds begin to flock;
Embers of fruit glow in tree and hedgerow;
One by one, leaves burst into flame,
Raging with rubicund and golden conflagration;
A final flare before winter, that bitter
Vampire, leaches life and colour,
And nature falls into rejuvenating hibernation.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #83 September 1st Changing Seasons
Today we are weaving tales about the changing seasons and how they influence your thinking.
writing in north norfolk 
I feel the mist falling from the fog and rain….as I read this today…I love the colors in your tree. Thank you for sharing Kim I always feel like I’m right there beside you in whatever place your writing about. Have a great Thursday and an awesome weekend. Kat
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You too, Kat. Thanks for reading 🍁
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Delightful Kim, loved the images you created….sorry about the linky, no idea why it wasn’t there as it was I was away at my son’s art show so I couldn’t fix it till I arrived home last night….
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Mr Linky is only a minor detail – how was your son’s art show?
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The art show was very good….he even sold a few…have a good weekend
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Glad it went well. Have a wonderful weekend – might even see you on here later!
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Beautifully written. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Joy!
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