Look with creator eyes at the cornucopia of colour emerging from within the leaves, leaves with vibrate earthy, natural colours,
a last shot of energy,
then the leaves flurry to the ground, leaves turn to mush,
energy returned to the ground,
ready to energise,
to give life again,
but now rest
Smell with creator senses,
tender and true.
Leaves, petals, once shouting out with colour abound,
that deathly returning to the earth,
body broken down,
The crunch of autumns deathly comes
Smell overwhelming of energy pouring back into the earth
the body, now a lifeless corpse, buried
nurturance for life’s best
rest now until spring’s forth.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.