Autumn – chilly mornings, maybe a warm afternoon, the unmistakable scent of moist earth, glorious colours, sensuous landscapes. Fruits from trees fall to the ground for human and animal to feast upon; there is the fragrance of burning logs in someone’s fireplace. A rising wind will rush through the trees dragging the leaves down making a carpet for us to walk on softly. This is Fall. But I prefer to call this season by its name – Autumn. It conjures up positive images like the fruition of plantings in Spring and Summer culminating in bountiful harvests. Autumn is also when trees having caught all the light through Spring and Summer, undergo the fabulous process of photosynthesis. I picked up these leaves while walking this morning. Enjoy the colours of Autumn, dear friends. Keep Well. Stay Safe. Be Curious. Purabi Sinha Das Photo: Purabi Sinha Das #author #authorlife #amwriting #amreading #autumn #glorious
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