No matter what the mood, no matter what the troubles, there are times of the year you have to jump out of bed and get outside when there is a possible hint of those unique season colours.
And you can never be sure, because the night before is no guarantee, you just have to be ready!
November Morning
Show me golden bronze, with white peeping through
Play me crisp crunch green, with tracks left behind
Blow me light chill air, cross skin with pale hue
Leave me musical thoughts, from the birds to remind.
Play me crisp crunch green, with tracks left behind
Blow me light chill air, cross skin with pale hue
Leave me musical thoughts, from the birds to remind.
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