Writing on Wednesdays #12 

Fall Away.
​The world is floating

by
once again,
in hues of
warming
orange
and yellow.

I watch the
trees turb,
conkers
fall,
like polished
jeweks,
hidden treasure
in amongs the
leaf laden ground.

It’s quiet now,
for that small
snapshot
in our year.
Before the bustle of
Christmas.

Walk by the river.
Be near trees.
Breath in the change,
welcome it and
follow the cold:
transform. 

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