Thursday, October 6, 2011

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