Autumn

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.