A Walk

Autumn smells wonderful. Perhaps it is the decaying leaf smell or the smell of moist earth or the sound of wind in the poplars.
I picked up a leaf - mostly yellow and brown--mosaic--a few geometrics of chlorophyll grenn - and drops of rain or dew fromt he day earlier.
Then a speck of colour in the faded grass. A solitary blue bell swaying in the gentle rolling wind. Here and there a smll rose hip - a cluster - showing through grasses and wild oats.
Then venturing into the tress - a small sparrow alighting branch after branch depper into the grove, away from my pathy.
They leaves have turned yellowgreen or yelloworange. Then blending with the greyish-brown trunks and the occasional evergreen.