Sadly, I have no photos of autumn this time
I was far too busy
Watching the motion of the falling leaves
The way they sang
One last song. 🍁
I was too caught up
Walking through groves of gold
More precious than gems and stones
And so much more fleeting. 🍂
I was unable to tear myself away
From gardens cloaked in autumnal rainbows
Gently nudged by a frosty wind
To surrender to winter. 🍃
Now all I have left to photograph
Is a lone tree in a carpeted park
That refuses to acknowledge the advent of December
Like me, it was too wrapped up in nature's magic
To notice the passage of time. ⏳
