shapes

flicking fleeting dropping to the ground beneath my feet. crunching and cracking as i walk swiftly over their brown staleness, hard and crumbly. bright red and orange and yellow floats past my face as i lift my eyes to the sky. a snow shower of colours and shapes and images in my view block the sun from sight. smiling, one sticks to my hair, shake it off it drifts to the ground and forms a perfect oak leaf shape, red gold and sparkly in the morning sunshine.