Autumn in Colindale Park How do you describe it when the trees are full of so much colour that they throw their leaves to earth, as if they somehow know the lingering winter stillness held in snow is creeping through the air by slow degrees? How do you define this autumn shift of light, the coming moisture in the air that speaks of rain, as if it had to bear the weight of sorrow held in harness there, knowing this sadness is a yearly gift? Descriptions, definitions fail to catch the yearning autumn brings to all who sing the song of seasons turning, tuned to match the love of winter, the returning of the spring.
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