The tree outside my house. Those handful of orange leaves are the pioneers of the fall. A reconnaissance party on a scouting mission behind the verdant green lines. The advance guard of the impending russet invasion.
We may still be in August, with suncream on hopeful standby, but you get the feeling that a shift is taking place. The starlings seem to be flocking together already for safety and warmth. Sunset creeps closer. The wheel turns, relentless. The kids crave their conkers.
Outside my window, those orange and brown leaves will spread like a contagion, spindrift of decay scattered on strengthening winds. Autumn creeps closer. The windows are closed.
©AJM
City Jackdaw 
As much as I hate admitting this is the case, you are completely right. But with your beautiful description, acceptance comes easier. It’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it? I still have my sunscreen on standby and outside all the leaves are hanging on tight, sparkling green. I guess they’re just preparing for what’s coming 🙂
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Yes you are right Erica. It’s all a matter of perspective. Autumn is a beautiful season, and heralds my favourite half of the year. But I do hope you get that one, last chance to top up your tan 🙂
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Thanks, Andy 🙂
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Oh man! So hard to believe that autumn will soon be here. But August seems to be galloping past!
Love your descriptions!
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The speed the seasons pass by seems to increase each year. Thank you Linda-I may turn some of these lines into a poem. Perhaps.
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