Here in London’s Crystal Palace autumn lingers. The perfume from fallen leaves scents the air. How strange that people spend vast amounts on expensive scents when nature produces perfumes more fragrant than anything man is capable of producing.
Autumn is melancholy and beauty inextricably interwoven. The gorgeous smells emanating from the newly fallen leaves make me feel good to be alive. Yet it is, at the same time the dying of the year, the interlude between life giving summer with it’s blooming roses and winter which will, inevitably clasp us to her icey bosom. Yet life continues far beneath winter’s frosty grip and, come the spring we will be delighted by birds building their nests, roses budding and the sound of lawn mowers as the powerful aroma of newly mown grass scents the air. The great cycle, turn and turn again. We are part of something beautiful and a little mysterious.
Autumn
K Morris - Poet 
Nicely described from the sight impaired persons aspect Kevin
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Cheers Chris, Kevin
I really like this perspective of a season that can be unappreciated.
Cheers for your comment. Do you have a park near to where you live? I live more or less next to one which is great as it allows me to appreciate nature and the seasons without having to walk for miles.
That’s great. We live next to a big park and our streets are also lined with 100 yr old trees so very beautiful in Autumn.
Wonderful trees make a place beautiful and the air fresh. I’m glad that you live in a green spot.