Autumn - the best time for a forest ramble.
I hope you enjoy my seasonal poetry offering.
Forest; unruffled
Red wellies leap, jump and kick.
Leaves stir from their slumber.
Fragrant odours of decaying mulch waft.
Bright sunshine smiles upon the delicious cold air.
Red mitts grab at low hanging branches.
Shaken leaves work loose; A few fall.
Delicately they somersault, softly they land.
Gentle winds caress the browning ferns.
Red hat catches on brambly undergrowth.
A startled squirrel reacts with agility and speed.
Birds twitter their displeasure. Swiftly they flap.
Delectable bonfire aromas infuse the forest air.
Red scarf flying, arms pumping, little legs stretching.
Soft sandy path angled in steep descent; enticing.
Joyous laughter reverberates. A dog barks.
The obliging forest; unruffled by it all.
I hope you enjoy my seasonal poetry offering.
Forest; unruffled
Red wellies leap, jump and kick.
Leaves stir from their slumber.
Fragrant odours of decaying mulch waft.
Bright sunshine smiles upon the delicious cold air.
Red mitts grab at low hanging branches.
Shaken leaves work loose; A few fall.
Delicately they somersault, softly they land.
Gentle winds caress the browning ferns.
Red hat catches on brambly undergrowth.
A startled squirrel reacts with agility and speed.
Birds twitter their displeasure. Swiftly they flap.
Delectable bonfire aromas infuse the forest air.
Red scarf flying, arms pumping, little legs stretching.
Soft sandy path angled in steep descent; enticing.
Joyous laughter reverberates. A dog barks.
The obliging forest; unruffled by it all.
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