A murder of raucous crows, chaos'd the stand
of leafless trees.
Stark boughs creaking, groaning; told winter was upon us.
A blinding, low setting sun; a prelude to stars
twinkling in deep purple skies,
transiting that infinite stygian wilderness.

I kicked the dirt with well worn boot, no give there,
non expected.
Frost hits hard this time of year; biting at nails, steaming breath.
Dripping nose ceased its sporadic dribbling.
Eyes seeking a homely light, gave rise to thoughts of log fires.

Nice

images abound...

Thank you all. The Autumns here and I've just renewed my passport

R

...evocative style..thank you for sharing

Thank you dear lady, I'm glad it gave you happy memories
I am looking forward to the secession of my hay fever

R