Member Rara Avis
Realm of Supernatural
As I sit on my window sill ~ looking out,
I feel the cool autumn breeze
that blows through the naked trees.
The rushing sound of water,
as it crashes against the river rocks,
echoes throughout my home
The last autumn leaves slowly descend
to the dampened earth below,
~ leaving the trees fruitless and bare.
The transformation of clouds
into a deep and dismal grey,
is a sign of changing seasons.
~ Winter approaches...
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