I’m not very good at making poems rhyme, but hey, they don’t have to. Enjoy.
But my heart warms up.
A carpet of leaves.
A change of season
Means a change of colours.
Green fades to red,
Fades to orange,
They fall down.
While the corners of my mouth rise upwards.
As there is in life,
There is a beauty in death.
The flames of a million candles are snuffed,
But this fire can be rekindled.
These were taken a few days ago and I only just thought to post them now-I was originally just trying to photograph the trees in the garden and the sky (which turned everything outside a strange yellowy colour, but for some reason did not show up on my phone’s camera), but the raindrops on the window were what caught the lens’ attention first and I thought it looked pretty. I hadn’t even noticed the rainbow until I focused more.