Autumn

Autumn.

Red and gold,
Autumn colours.
Leaves fall to coat the ground,
To be kicked by dragged feet,
That walk the cushion,
Of nature's carpet.
Rising mist on the water,
Swirling like tormented souls,
Seeking an escape,
From the summer heat.
Released and free,
Rising ethereal,
To fall at night once more.
Brown leaves tumble,
Caught by autumn winds,
Thrown high into the clear blue sky,
To gyrate down to earth.
Frost, nimble fingered,
Etches intricate patterns,
Across the window panes.
Barmy days of unusual warmth,
Clinging on to summer,
Followed by winter's wrath,
With ripping winds,
To strip the leaves,
And draw in the dark evenings,
Of Winter.

10.40pm 29.10.96