Autumn Fall, poetry by Stephen Ferrett at Spillwords.com
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Autumn Fall

Autumn Fall

written by: Stephen Ferrett

 

Jack Frost is waiting to weave his mischievous magic
Amongst the changing flora lays an endless carpet of vibrant purple heather, its sweet note sings in the cool air
Brown and yellow paint flecks adorn the smallest leaves
Multi-coloured toadstools and mushrooms spark vivid memories of magical childhood dreams
Pixies and fairies will soon come out to play!
Autumn fall, nights come alive with a waltz of neon blue and red
Tiny creatures play impish games in their nocturnal fungal playground
Olive, lime, emerald colours paint the forest floor in vibrant shades of green
I walk bare footed, feeling the cool moist spring of moss massaging my soul
The air is damp and chilled, full of the familiar scent of the Earth’s musty aroma
Birds sing, piping a Highland symphony welcoming another seasonal chapter
I feel so alive, ready to embrace more of nature’s ever changing, breathtakingly beautiful wonders.

Stephen Ferrett

Stephen Ferrett

Stephen has had a love of writing and poetry from an early age, influenced by his travels. Now he is focused on several key areas, mental health and bereavement, Scottish history and landscapes and social outcomes. He lives in a small town called Buckie in the Northeast of Scotland. He hopes one day to publish a poetry anthology charting his own mental health from its lowest point, through recovery on to living a happy and healthy lifestyle, in order to help other who maybe suffering in silence.
Stephen Ferrett

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