Autumn’s sky spans as a hazy grey ocean,
Forewarning bold metamorphoses in motion.
On season cessation, resplendence has palled;
Somber palettes supplanted lost colours of fall.
Bare boughs sprawl upwards with skeletal fingers;
Sun imparts warmth although must struggle to linger.
Leaves, long spiritless, are withered – brittle brown –
Quivering and flittering across frosted ground.
Eventide arrives, casts stars shimmery free,
To refract astral shadows whilst glide tacitly.
Moon looms aloft like a watchful grandfather;
It observes windswept trees at turns twist then falter.
Fresh snowdrifts next morning hint winter is nigh,
Born embracing creation below autumn’s sky.
