September
Soon a walk in the forest will bring joy to the eye
Each leaf will be turning shades of autumn,
Prior to their descent to make a crunchy floor.
Then time seems to stand still in the morning fog
Eye catching images, the hills, the fields below where
Mystic looking trees stare out at you, branches bare.
Bringing about a mythical look through the mist.
Eyes cannot take in the changing scenes
Remembering it to camera is the best way
25th September
Penned August 8th 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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