Autumns Breath

I wander down the forest trails the farmer collecting the last bales golden brown they shine in the sun the whirr of wings as birds escape the guns The various gleaming colours of leaves as spiraling down they twist and turn the fields bare, stripped of their crops now lay farrow resting until next spring Some light snow at foot of trees sparkles pristine and lovely against the Autumn browns sullen yet glowing the grey skies attract me as I stroll on down to the bubbling brook Flashes of brilliance as the kingfisher passes he hovers above a post then alights to fish a silver shadow comes in sight, he watches then in a blur he dives and catches a fish Now all that's left behind are glistening ripples spreading out far and wide in perfect cylindrical rings watching them fade away as the water stills becoming once more a mirror reflecting the azure skies A massive pile of logs with scarlet toadstools scattered the croak of a spotted frog as he takes a dive yellow hammer is drilling away in the canopy where verdant greens mix with red cedar leaves The wonders awaiting at each step quite take my breath a sly red fox disappearing through the emerald grasses a roar and a crash of antlers as the fallow deer stags fight their white spots shining as they spar back and forth All this and birds singing with the pure joy of living the rustles that abound all around me as I listen the glorious golds, reds and browns surround me as I stand in a clearing drinking all the beauty in Written 08/12/2013 contest Autumns Breath