Crisp and crunchy underfoot, we walk on a carpet of leaves, your hand clutching mine. Occasionally you'll pull away to plough through a pile of gold, scattering the leaves with a roar. The dappled light pushes through the trees and catches you as we weave along the path. You bend down to collect your treasures, pockets brimming while I collect these memories of autumn walks shared. These are my treasures to hold dear.
Joining in with the lovely Lou's Nature in the Home series, here is a pocket full of autumn.
Beautiful words! They are treasures both - the memories and the little arrangement of autumn objects.
ReplyDeleteThank you *blushes* x
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