Autumn

Autumn; many thoughts linger around my head. I watch and think; admire its beauty. It feels no nice, so relaxing; so real. I look outside; the wind uses its magic to rustle those long gone leaves, making percussion music. Colours of fire against a backing of blue, pink, lilac; sometimes its own reflection. So peaceful, so still. Autumn; it calls to me, telling me I can leave all my troubles far away, telling me I can escape. The memories recalled from every autumn, it has created a great section in the story of my life and that story is never ending. Autumn; a family of trees so graceful. They stand tall, aligned with the others; branches reaching out so wide. Leaves grown for so long change colour, like a chameleon. Autumn, the leaves are falling. Within seconds are they in danger, clinging on for life. The wind blows; I hear the sound of leaves crackling. It’s like the ending of a show; the finale. No soft breeze blowing anymore. The wind has taken over and is now a puppeteer; controlling the fallen leaves. Invisible strings attached; they dance and flutter around gracefully. And when the show is all over, there is no applause. I know that soon, another will join that finale. Then, releasing the last of its energy, the leaf slips away letting go. It leaves silence. Silence; it fills up the clean crisp air of autumn, the beauty of autumn.  So nice, so relaxing; so real. I watch and think; admire its beauty. Autumn; those many thoughts once lingering around in my head, now expressed on this page.