As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves are tumbling.
Plumes of them across the sky. Bustling in hasty decent.
Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, gold, amber. Rustling
past. Delicately brushing my face, enticing
my senses. Such a beautiful scene, my mind does invent.
As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves are tumbling.
Birds in their thousands appear abaft me. Flying past with a sudden gusting
force. As fast as they emerged they disappear. Off into the wind they went.
Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, gold, amber. Rustling.
The landscape morphs around me. Tall grassy fields. Burning
sun beating down. Under the tree I lay, catching the scorching rays. Oh so content.
As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves are tumbling,
along with out-sized raindrops formed from words and tiny, glistening
knives. As they splashed down - returned to water. Puddles full of evident
hazy colours. Crimson, orange, gold, amber. Rustling.
My surroundings morph again. The dream intensifying
the longer it lingers midst my thoughts. Extreme bewilderment.
As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves are tumbling.
Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, gold, amber. Rustling