The sun breaks through the fiery autumn leaves,
Grabbing them with it's manny rays of blinding lights,
The wind blows waving them  furiously,
Creating kaleidoscopic shapes and colours on my greenhouse sky,
I pour some soothing steamy tea and fill myself with warmth,
The steam rises creating droplets of cool water that drizzles down towards the ledge,
The clouds form a tea *** within the dissolving sky.
I think to myself what autumn means to me.