Softly, silently,
frosty flakes form a blanket
of snowy stillness.
Through frostbitten leaves
under empty trees, I walk...
My feet crunch onwards.
Lone tree in the mist,
reaching out with leafless limbs
through autumn’s last gasp.
It’s World Kindness Day.
Shall we spread a little love?
I think that we should.
Rusty November...
I remember, remember
a long, lost summer.
More than words, love is
tender lips and fingertips -
peaceful, open arms.
Leaves fall quietly,
raining colours and hues of
autumnal endings.