Goodbye

When leaves in whisper say goodbye to all at fall once of life--- mutates combats the chill of the eve to waltz within heartless breath. Mighty Sycamore shaking off the morning dew mist that envelops undaunted spoiling the view nature’s meltdown renewed. So autumn imprints aging--- all life at its best when hue red and gold scurry along woodland chase driven by the artful wind. © Harry J Horsman 2010