Autumn

She walked over the land painting various growth an array of warm colours, blotting out the sky and earth.

She walked around wearing a crown of red maple leaves no matter where she went. Her hair crackled around her head like it was charged with lightning. A faint blush stained her high cheekbones like red ink.

When she was sick of all the colour in the trees she picked and scattered the leaves across the ground like a carpet that crunched under every foot fall.

A/N Hi guys! I know that it has been a while but this officially wraps up my season poems. I enjoyed writing them and i hope you guys enjoy reading them!

Stay pastel!