the last days of autumn
a drop in the air
mercury in thermometers
up and down the land
retreated
while hardy varieties
hang on to their leaves
conifers listen to the crackle
of their cousins decor
underfoot
and as jack frost paints
on every surface he can see
in mornings fog its icy today
and iced over leaves cheer with glee
its almost christmas – santa’s on his way!
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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