Afterglow Coloured Etching
It’s cold in the woods these days.
The trees stand naked,
Their branches are bare.
Their leaves have all fallen,
They cover the ground,
Have already turned brown.
Winter is in the air.
The leaves fall silently to the forest floor,
And swirl together like long lost friends.
Reunited in the autumn of their time
Their colours linger long past prime.
Comes the frost that withers.
Buried beneath the softly falling snow,
They join together on their final journey.