Tis The Season to Decorate
Decorate the world,
with russet leaves
that swirl in a colder breeze,
Jump in a mound of crispy vegetation
that carpets our nation.
Decorate the night,
crisp, cold, starry, ones
and burning, woody fires,
Huddle round its flames,
See in your mind eye what transpires
Decor is all around
Colours all to be found
In our autumnal spell,
before our winter
and the peek of the first bluebell.
Submitted to :In Tandem whose picture was the prompt
