Vibrant blue,
the sky holds such promise;
fluffly white clouds float aimlessly
making unknown shapes above our heads.
The sun may appear
but it`s strength has been sapped
by the summertime.
The wind from the North
with it`s icy fingers of bitterness
turns green to orange, red, yellow and then brown,
stripping leaves of their loveliness;
to be crunched underfoot.
Wildlife scurries and flurries
looking for warmth;foraging and hoarding
for the imminent winter.
Bushes robbed of their berries
by chilling winds,
birds must fly south
for warmer climes,
for it is Autumn.
