Photo Credit: Chris Tennant

Autumn

I crave the crisp smell of the air,
The little spots of light that draw patterns everywhere.
I love the way the dancing leaves look in the early light, 
After whirling and twirling around all night.
When they fall they blanket the ground,
With their bold and brave colours all around. 
They paint the land underneath,
Protecting it from the night monster’s teeth,
Early afternoon the sky starts to blush,
My skin gets cold and begins to flush. 
I relish in not knowing whether to await,
Pouring rain or sun that likes to berate.

- By Linaya Karunatillake