There is so much I love about this deliciously uneasy season.
The last of the summer fruit has withered on hedges and trees and the animals that perished in the woods last winter and early spring have rotted away leaving skeletal remains mossy clean.
It is the season of fungi, mushrooms and toadstools reminiscent of those scary fairie folk in their underground dwellings.
Late autumn is decay yet with all the promise of fresh new growth to come.
It's time to rest.
2 comments:
Very lyrical, lovely
I did try! Thanks.
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