The dull leaves
cry and crackle as
the sharp winds strains
their stalks.
They flutter through
the wayward wood
like the ever searching cuckoos.
Ochre, the sad oak gleams, barer
in the morning rays.
Diamond frost melts once more
into the crisp leaves which,
from crunchy embers, soften
as they drench
Satin turns to pumpkin
and mahogany
as melancholic
November approaches.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
The dull leaves
cry and crackle as
the sharp winds strains
their stalks.
They flutter through
the wayward wood
like the ever searching cuckoos.
Ochre, the sad oak gleams, barer
in the morning rays.
Diamond frost melts once more
into the crisp leaves which,
from crunchy embers, soften
as they drench
Satin turns to pumpkin
and mahogany
as melancholic
November approaches.
