Autumn exercise

My feet are bare and chilly,

the sky untainted blue

so clear it aches my eyes

to take in such a view.

Reds and golds like sparks

set fire to reaching trees,

bobbing, bowing, rustling

in the changing breeze.

Cider mugs and sweaters

will usurp summer things,

for apple pies and chilly winds

are what dear autumn brings.

Image by StGrundy