🍂Iridescent leaves decorate the landscape fluttering feverishly about the branches. From the tremendous trees they fall ever so gracefully wafting to the surface slowly while gleaming in the bright bewitching beams of the sun. The tell tale crunching can be heard as you run atop fallen foliage and jump into mounds made of it with glee. In the distance the pumpkin farm harvest heralds the coming of Halloween and all things scary and sweet. The aroma of burning leaves fills the cool autumn air only to be pleasantly interrupted by freshly baked cookies as you enter the haven of your hallowed hearth.🎃
By Xavier Remington | Mystic Poetry Portal |
