Wind ever transparent grants me
with an enamoring ballet,
vermillion leaves as its dancers.
Stale air smells of an inevitable rain
and limp, decaying leaves
tantalizing my nostrils with nostalgic senses.
On the oaks and maples, few leaves remain,
struggling for one more moment of life.
Rays of golden sunshine extend their warmth to auburn earth,
casting ghostly silhouettes and memories of past years.
Pools of shimmering water mirror a lemon and orange sky,
reflections of grinning clouds and sneering black trees
remind me of better times and
other times buried in deep places of my mind.
An illustrious season full of change and