Grand finale

The leaves rustle
Like crackling flames in the autumn breeze
Citrine embers , captivate
Widened eyes of an imagination
Remnant limbs outstretched
And ashen
Sweeping bristles of natures broom
A wave of fire , a dragging cloak
Hanging on the shoulders of the sun
Summers grand finale
The final act , up in a ball of fire
I watch the leaves rustle
Like pinwheels
Dipped in crimson orange
Rolling off into the horizon
A recycled canvas
Waiting to be dipped
in snowfall
Scrubbed with a winter sponge
And ready
Ready for springtimes pallet
Of gemstone hue's
And a brush melded
In morning dew and sunshine
And to start the cycle again
Until
summers grand finale