Photo by Elia Clerici on Unsplash
The soft crunch beneath,
A small atmospheric shift,
A whistling breeze.
About the Creator
Liam Storm
I currently work as a thatcher, but love the art of writing a narrative, currently I am working on putting my ideas onto paper and creating a book. In the meantime I create short stories to keep myself, fiancΓ©e and two dogs entertained.
Keep reading
More stories from Liam Storm and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (3)
So few words, yet the shift in atmosphere is instantly felt. A beautiful reminder of haikuβs quiet power.
Oh that first yielding crunch of falling leaves! They haven't started falling yet, but the colours are starting to shift around me!
The poem lives up to the title so well. Nicely done!!!