Autumn

autumn

The Wind breathed with swift motion thrusting the vibrant leaves with all its might, allowing the trees to falter from one side to another. The scent of fresh grass, autumn leaves always made me smile. I stopped to inhale, taking it all in at once, before it escaped or was lost. One couldn’t trust the weather here, I certainly didn’t, as one moment the fresh breeze excited us to explore it’s warm colours, and then came the rain without warning, dampening all what was around and taking away the fresh aroma so quickly that I had already forgotten its taste.

I held my hand to stop the gust of wind, accompanied with leaves taking another stride my way, protecting my face from its possible attacks, I regained myself, moving a strand of hair that had become loose, and placed it behind my ear for support. Calmness inhabited all around, all silent, just the sound of leaves rustling now and then. The wind taking pauses before deciding to remind us of its presence. The birds perched on the branches, flying away all of a sudden to other destinations. I lean over to feel the soft, smooth leaves, caressing them gently just in case the colours faded, admiring their transformation through the seasons, their beauty more so now than ever before. I sighed, placing them down gently, then leaning against the tree, I sat, smiling at the scenery before me, then remembering why I had come here, I pulled out my book and began reading, drowning into a new adventure; away from reality. 


Sobia 


I haven’t been able to post for a while, so I apologise, exams and revision have taken over, even though I enjoy it but I am finding it hard to manage time for blogging. However I aim to post at least weekly for the time being. Thank you to all of you who take the time out to visit and read my blog.

Transformation – Daily Prompt

Lost

  

A scenery so beautiful, that has become lost over time, it hides many stories of those who walked it’s path. Maybe it was of lovers, who enjoyed it’s peace and serenity, creating memories to share with those to come. Or of those who were parted by destiny, yet met here to maintain their promises, or of those who revisited in remembrance of lost lovers.The secrets it withholds shall be tied within its ageing beauty, as the old marks fade, the new emerge.

The secrets shall remain undisclosed, the mysteries unwritten, the abandoned scape still echoes the laughter and whispers of those who have gone. 

Sobia