A leaf the colour of rust
Spins half-heartedly,
Spiralled by the touch of rain.
A look at what interests me and keeps me sane in rural West Wales.
Firelight will not let you to read fine stories but it will warm you and you won't see the dust on the floor.
Do you know.... I noticed a whirl of dead leaves at the weekend. We've been up to our necks in snow for weeks - where have the leaves come from? Your stone is much better than my reaction.... all I thought was that they'll be blocking the drains again! :)
ReplyDeletelovely photo, still plenty of leaves on the ground here x
ReplyDeleteA skilful choice of words, I could just picture it...
ReplyDeleteWhat very apt words - I've been noticing during the last few days that there are quite a lot of leaves spinning down from the woodland trees. Lovely picture of a winter tree too.
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