The heavenly sight of whirling clouds,
makes one ponder the sky's delight;
When fluffy pillowed pinks and grays,
converge and float away from sight.

In autumn one sees changing skies,
that cover the earth in violet hues;
Cool rains often energize the air,
so fresh and crisp from harvest's muse.

But the simmering sun soon finds its way,
shining on pumpkins like topaz stones;
And while the clouds have sifted past,
a pure aqua sheen recovers its home.

The russet days of October arrive,
in their vastly uncommon elegance;
While the winds begin to scatter leaves,
as purple clouds invade their presence.

The velvet canopy of autumn's sky,
refreshes our life on earth below;
And breathing in the cold night air,
we watch in wonder of nature's show.