Fruit of fall

At the end of summer the colours changes and before us is autumn

Red are the berries in their last display before decay, they brighten the end of summer and console us with their beauty

Fruit of all kind bid us farewell before winter

The leaves blushing in thought of their winter clothing

Other berries so black and a sign of darker times

The hips so red and appealling, but their seeds are like an inner demon leaving us squirming in despair

Leaves paler by the minute, they know that they are singing their last song

The wind softly  blowing the leafs of the branches

Forbidden fruit disappearing before you in the autumn wind

Is there a prettier sight than fall setting in with all its glory

Fallen are the fruit and autumn is near

Buttons of red silently waving goodbye, and see you next year

Leafs falling from the old tree leaving them behind

The elder berries black and ripe for making toddy and remind you of winters long gone

On the wall hangs the last fruit of the year in all its splendor

Are the birds waiting to fly away?

Snowball in the making

Damp and moisture are here in all its beauty

In all shape and forms, the colours reminiscent of warmer days gone by

Fruit of joy coming back to us

Fruit of fall - gives us the autumn