transitions

It was there

underneath the shade of autumn trees

where we shared our first kiss

that you confessed your love for me

to be as vibrant as the thick coat of blood red leaves

that hung above us.

As autumn turned to winter

the air turned to frost, elevated leaves

slowly plucked from trees

falling down into a heap

the once bright shade of crimson reduced to brown mush

upon which we found ourselves now standing.


*image credit goes to thi.dee on Instagram. Thank you for permitting me to use them!

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