Was going to go black and white.
A little relief from the colour
But thought better
Accidently touched a filter
and this over done harshness suited my mood better.
Crisp crumbly colours
Brittle like the leaves
Crunch crunch
The smell of decaying wood
Leaves merging with earth
And other matters
Cold misty air and the longing
To stay in the comfort of sweaters
Each walk is like a hug from nature
before she sends you off to bed for winter.

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