The Flowers that once Bloomed

Memories of how I ventured into the amber-hued haven of autumn, wrapped in my shiny orange coat. Crisp leaves crunched beneath my boots, their warm tones a prelude to the spectacle of the season.
A delicate butterfly, its wings adorned with patterns mirroring the flowers that once bloomed, danced in the golden glow. Inspired, I retrieved my sketchbook and colored pencils, capturing the moment where the vibrant orange of my coat mingled with the fallen leaves.

The butterfly, drawn to the bright hues, added an ephemeral touch to my creation. Following a soft fragrance, I stumbled upon late-blooming flowers, their petals a mix of orange and pink. Resilient amid the fading foliage, they became the final strokes in my impromptu masterpiece.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows, I marvelled at the unexpected beauty and wondered about the wheels of time. Grateful I closed my sketchbook, a testament to the fleeting yet profound moments of autumn.