I want to paint the sound of a crispy, crunchy leaf which is crushing like a packet of crisps underneath my boots.
I want to paint the smell of a crisp, autumn morning that is swirling around me quietly like a silent tornado.
I want to paint the taste of a fine juicy blackberry that’s falling from the bush before it’s gobbled up by a pesky crow.
I want to paint the feeling of a fresh and earthy morning breeze playing around my ears.
I want to paint the sight of a gleaming, chiffon harvest moon- shining brightly like a necklace hanging on God’s chest.
I want to paint the vision of a scurrying, scuffling squirrel climbing high up a leafless tree.
I want to paint the memory of last year’s lumpy, orange pumpkins observing silently over my doorstep.
I want to paint the feeling of a spikey hedgehog sleeping in his hibernation as deeply as Snow White.
I want to paint the sound of smooth, hickory-coloured acorns dropping into a bed of caramel leaves and hiding beneath.
I want to paint the sound of a burnt out, blackened bonfire scattering its ashes across the stubble field like confetti.
I want to paint autumn.