Unearthly Glow Poem by Stephen Wylie

I swoop 'cross a land that's glowing strange,
Unlike the world I've come to know;
The normal scope of greens and greys
Filled out by yellow, orange, brown;
An alien planet named November.

Even in mist and pouring wet,
This world shines with beauty quite unearthly.
Behind my glassy shield I mellow
And enjoy this 'horrid' day
In an unexplainable way.

These yellow leaves so luminous,
They almost mesmerise;
I know they are soon to blow
Across the cluttered ground,
Their brilliance sadly fleeting.

What fortune to see what so few will,
Penned as they are in office or home,
Or harried by delivery schedule;
For soon the gathering dark and cold,
Will take stark and lingering grip.

Best make the most of now,
In an alien dissonant glide;
'Stead of whingeing 'bout the rain,
So as to British 'style' maintain.
Sheer luck I'm not soaking at the bus stop.