Autumn Mist

The sky is grey then yet the sun’s rays still prevail in shining light on to colour deprived land. The trees have shed their leaves, they litter the dark ground almost hiding a dark secret of what is hidden beneath. 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 happier times; 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.