Passing Clouds Of Fantasy
Rise from the Briar bowl
And scamper along the ceiling
Then disperse
Like a Hamadryad
On a dying tree
The soft cumulus, without
Begins to weep
Solitary droplets
Splattering on the rooftops
As a rainbow
Arches over the distant horizon
The sky clears
Whilst the cool Autumn sun
Shrinks with the cold
As light turns to twilight
As the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees, stretch, and yawn
In anticipation
Of the coming winter cold
Soon after the sun has set
Birdsong
Is silenced
By the hooting of an owl
And a variety of screeches
From creatures that prowl
The night becomes enchanted
And possessed of a curious mystique
Mesmerised by this sight
As the fairies of the night
Cast their magic
Quite unique

by Jemia