The autumnal colours spattered through the copse
Leaves releasing musky essence of each vein’s blood
Overhead stayed upon the branches no wind to pare them
Were locked in Elven arrangements
As might reindeer be to snowy travel
Beautiful season it worked its way deep into my eyes
As I started to sketch and paint where
Burning had blackened the staves
Fire remaindered elegance.
You reveal by showing, not telling. It’s like a painting. Lovely.