Autumn Walk Poem by Matthew Holloway

Opening the door
I step forward
Watching my breath vapour
Rise like clouds to the sky
I feel the crack of leaves
Beneath my feet with each step taken
That familiar sound of autumn
The morning frost still hangs in the air
And upon the ground and car windows
I draw a line in the icy canvas
And find bird song sorrowfully absent
Trees climb stripped bare to an empty sky
And all colour is now a carpet of a season
I walk in near silence only broken
By the crack and snap of leaves
The crunch of frozen grass
And find it beautifully poetic
As though an Autumn walk is but a song
Sung quietly