Autumn

November, November, November

A tired bird chirped in the distance

and the soft echo of nature reverberated through the clearing.

The promise that another season is upon us is pasted to the maples in orange, yellow, and red.

Yet even with the promise of another cold,

hard winter,

the air was rife with promise and hope of the renewal of life.

Reviews

[Jules]

wonderful!! the flow is great!! the way you pass from the series of description is very cunning and wonderful writing!I like everything about it...the look (the color), the words, the metaphors, the imagery!!
The way you describe the process of Autumn arriving is very original and the way you describe the feelings that nature is having is absolutely amazing! "Tired bird", "The promise that another season is upon us is pasted to the maples in orange, yellow, and red" this last one is such an original way of putting it! I can't describe it!!
Very well written!!