Autumn, a little too much - Amber Blue

 

The mornings these days are a little too calescent The Asters are a little too zestful, chorusing  their songs in muffled voices.  The dusks these days are a little too Solicitous  the auburn petals orchestrating along with the crimson sky in  a little more ecstacy.  The dawns these days are a  little too balmy  the fragile air unfurling it's cinnamon, cider, sandalwood scents driving the deliriousness a little too much.  The little too much raphsody of Feuille Morte leaves is gamboling in the golden laced roads,  the tantalizing sea yawning  with every  brisk breath of nature.  The maples, these days are a little too euphoric,  the tranquilized  mustard,  a little too inpatient to  lunge for the blue,  Kans inviting the divinities all the way through the paths of heaven auspicating the awaited prayers.  The glee of heart and the smiles on pastel lives are a little too prosaic these days The nature is soaked with transcendental colours of exuberance,  everywhere the zeal of euphonies are a little too much Farewell to the summer somewhere loafing as the fall comes in,  the mood is in the air these days as autumn deliberately unrolls itself a little too much.