The sky is grey then yet
the sun’s rays still prevail
in shining light on to colour
The trees have shed their leaves,
they litter the dark ground almost
hiding a dark secret of what is
The wind blows scattering leaves
making them swirl on the ground
covered in a sea of brown.
Butterflies are my only company
in this gloomy and sombre land
they provide the only colour
alighting the memories of more
no sound emits for no animal walks
on this land except myself.
My footsteps are muffled by the dead
leaves, they softly crunch under
my delicate feet.
My silk dress twirls in the wind as
I walk, my exposed skin becomes red
by the cold air making goosebumps
thrive upon my soft silken skin.
My thoughts are sad for I remember
the days when the land flourished
dominated by an ocean of colour then
yet here I stand in a ghostly land
with nothing but the wind and a few
beautiful butterflies for company
for the autumn mist has engulfed
the essence of colour and life.