More intriguing than a pile of leaves

I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to jump into a huge pile of dried leaves during Autumn. Would it be similar to that of a pile of shredded paper?

Tears of brick red among the fauns and ferns, the greens are slowly fading away as though they are signalling some kind of incalculable sorrow to the common folks. But are we there to appreciate them? No. To us they simply provide aesthetic appeal to a landscape.

The cities we passed will soon turn into wastelands; the crops are coming; the fumbling green will surpass.



3 Responses to More intriguing than a pile of leaves

  1. Gabriel Lek says:

    The trees are waiting, the flowers are prancing! Arms outstretched, they draw us in to their colourful world, where the buzzards play, and the birds sing, and every dwarf, squirrel and lark prance the lands of unobstructed waiting green. All is alive, and I want to be there. Not to be just there, but to be in there and to be really with it.

    • fizzyfizz says:

      Ahh lovely haha 🙂

  2. Gabriel Lek says:

    My inspiration for that came from Emily Brontë and Judith Wright.

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