heather turns brown
leaves flutter
into pools of mud
tears of despair
carried by clouds of hope
flee across skies
of blue tinged with grey
as life migrates
a season passing by
plays out one last time
every nook and cranny
warmed by dying rays of light
insects play one final scene
before lives end
as the sun sets
on a barren landscape
that goes to sleep and
awaits the return of life
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The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.
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