The summer is leaving, along with the tide
Wind changes course, as autumn arrives
Nights they seem Darker, as cold days draw near
The Moon, It shines brighter
as Midnight skies clear
The trees change their cover
as time changes course
and Mother nature paints leaves
red, brown and orange at source
as colours change scenery – and winter awaits
forest creatures prepare to hibernate
Autumn’s upon us – time has moved on
Winter is waiting – the Summer has gone
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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