Fall

Went hiking on Sunday. The trees that arch above like a cathedral can’t seem to let go off the leaves.

Half of the foliage of the beeches on the ground, whispering as you shove your feet through it, half of it still on the trees, changing it’s colour to yellow and copper brown, to fall down and join the leaves that went down first.


And yet, to enlighten the hearts before the winter comes and covers the scenery in shades of grey, muddy brown and pale violet, the leaves glow like fire in the sunshine.

I can take pleasure in every season, but somehow, I like autumn best…

Beeches... silver and gold.