frost

 Trees all around  leafs cover the floor  my feet dragging as when I was a  kid playing in them making,  trails . Winter is about to settle in , you can feel it in the air . can see your breath, sometimes depending  on the direction of the cool breeze .Gold , yellow, and some  brown  color  leaves . I walk or miles  seems  like this  day will not end . I see  a old stump, perched on top the is a  shade of gree not  quiet able to make haeds or tails of it i continue my walkAir seems to thicken as i wlak slowly I approach  the sump, I lean over to move the fallen leafs, there i see what is the rarest of flowers it beauty   brings a light  sigh  from with in me  true beauty at its rarest . gently I  scoop the  folwer with as much dirt as possible .walking back i try to cover it from the frost setting in , I hurry as fast as I  can , the cool frost  sets into my hands , stopping  for what seemed  a sec , turned out to be the  demize of the rarest flower that i have ever seen  * sigh * J:Dawner