Greenery
The green and orange of the leaves that are on all the soaring oak trees and the bright blue colour of the blue bells that are growing under the tree.
The gravel paths leading through the trees the dead leaves on the path crunch as you walk over them.
The high oak trees let bits of light through making parts of the path look like a light is shining on you.
By Anonymous
Editor's Note
A beautiful short prose poem with imagery with which we are all familiar. Clear language, simplicity of statement which keeps the reader’s focus on the images you present. Well done.