Autumn

a colored leaf hangs as a thread,
an orange mural, with gold and green,
waiting for the wind to blow again.

whispers in the shallows; hidden, poised to pounce.

blue and white interlink above,
everchanging patterns of cloud and sky,
waiting for the storm's first gust.

whistling in the twilight; reeds, of much import.

grey muses darken the West,
the first cool rush from sea to land,
confronting the eastward flow once for all.

a colored leaf trembling; fall, homeward bound.

clashing in the firebrand,
the skies open aloft,
and now shall it be the onset of Autumn.

cacaphony of color; rain, glistening.

29 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods