Mums in reds and golds defy the death of summer – laugh in winter’s face.
Cloudy autumn day – no matter – captured sunshine glows from golden glades.
Autumn leaves shaking, shimmering golden ripples – a river of wind
Wind and fallen leaves swirl and dance a sprightly reel - whistling ‘round the eaves.
Sparkling with firelight, decorating distant trees - raindrops on windows
Though sheltered from winds, hedge flutters as in a gale - birds perched on branch ends.
Red berries, red birds - autumn honeysuckle bush serves cardinals’ feast.
Too heavy for fog, too light for showers, yet wet - unseen drops of mist
Rainbowed oil slicks shine, reflecting neon lights in patent-leather streets.
Seen from a distance, junipers dusted with snow - bagged leaves and sunbeams
Crackling leaves at night – footsteps (predator or prey) warn of fight or flight.
Surrounded by green, a sugar maple blazes the path to autumn.
Raking leaves again, Ah! the lawn and path are clear – raking leaves again.
Autumn strips away the leafy shade that shields what harsher light reveals.
Pumpkins on the porch – helping the inhabitants face the fear of death.
Trees in all stages – late-clinging green, leaves stripped bare, finery of fall.
Sunday afternoon stillness shattered by demons – leaf blower banshees.
Arctic air sneaks up, catches Indian Summer – sucks its breath away!
Ravens make mad dash – accenting bright orange trees with a bold black slash.
Falling leaves racing water drops to reach the ground – solid autumn rain.
Late autumn – look up! More blue peeks through golden leaves; soon the gold will leave.
Autumn leaves explode! Flaming colors light the sky like frozen fireworks.
Quiet autumn dusk – dampened leaves from recent rains scent the air with musk.
Startling light at night — full autumn moon beams brightly through newly bare trees.
December seventh – dandelions are blooming where snow should be.
Written 1997 by David L Brungart - © Copyright