Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 9th October and link back to Sue’s post here with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family-friendly.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a deserted path through the woods, carpeted with the fallen leaves of autumn.
Come walk with me but tuck your chin into your collar to keep out the Autumn chill.
Look around and embrace this natural beauty as your feet tread on a carpet of discarded leaves that once harnessed life. Yet the golds, russets and coppery tinges are still aflame in the trees and offer their own warmth to those getting ready for winter hibernation.
Nothing is wasted in Nature’s forest.
Nooks and crannies are food stores, hollows in the trunks are deep enough to keep out the wind and rain thus protecting nests with their precious occupants.
Listen as the wind rustles in the treetops, its gentle lullaby a promise of new life when the time is right. The greens keep watch, silent sentinels over sleeping babes as the land slows from Summer glory to the slumber of Autumn, a shortlived abundance of colour and texture soon to be lost to the cold whiteness of frost and snow brought forth with Winter.
The forest is never the same, timelessly changing and adapting.