I watched in sight as the winds did play
And leaves 🍁 of all kinds did dance away
Round in a reel down Salford’s streets
creating patterns for a treat
And as the leaves did turn and move
They made up a pattern in a musical groove
As pigeons and squirrels played in leaves for a while
Diving around in the masses of leaves that made piles.
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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