The bright white light, yellow,
Skids along the pavement, shallow,
Path of sunlight, brief and slim,
Tumbles through autumnal dim.
Desiccated twig and leaf
Crunch and crumble underneath;
Orange, red and rusty brown
Dust becomes the ancient ground.
Black and grey accumulations
Rumble up to perorations
Last gasp of long-dead thunder
Blow and bluster, grimly blunder
Down below we shift and shuffle,
Veiled by our scarf and muffle;
Keep against the wind and rain
Waiting for the sun again.
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I guess you encapsulated your train of thoughts very well. A were articulated poem written with insight to capture the essence of Autumn. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.