[untitled] a n o n y m o u s
on a cool autumn morning, with the leaves wet beneath my feet, no satisfying crunch today, the sparse forest wakes from a blue sleep to gleam in the golden morning light with shades of orange, and yellow, and red, and green the smell of the pines, dark green as always, and a reminder of the holidays the sound of the birds echoing through the thick trees, their chirps sending flashes of warm brown through my imagination. then, the soft clap of a hoof, a dash of fur, 8