Autumn leaves?

Fading, frazzled foliage beneath my sturdy boots..a coverage canopy for clandestine, cloak-and-dagger shoots.. Mother nature’s blossoms that shall bloom again in Spring..an under-the-counter closet, Earthy soil is such a sneaky thing

An abundance of decaying, withered, wilted, rotten, rancid Autumn leaves..each and every single one of them emancipated from early Winter’s grieves.. a wrinkled,  wizen carpet canvases the woodland ground, camouflaged in terracotta, a bronzed
rusty orange mound

Oh how I adore my countryside rambles.. crunching whilst kicking up those shrivelled seasonal shambles..a sensational, spiritualistic sense of at one with the world.. delighting in God’s personality and temperament that only he shall unforld