Whispers in the dark.
Screams in the silence.
A chill in the air.
The crisping leaves gently broke off from their branches and floated beneath my feet; as I crushed them into the ground amongst the other delicately strew leaves.
The changing of the seasons had always calmed me, maybe simply for the fact that the plantslook dead but in fact rage with life within, waiting to be unleashed after winter.
It resembles me I suppose. I may always have a look of obscurity, or my eyes may look departed but underneath I'm the flower waiting for spring to finally bloom.