An Autumn Scene

The autumn sun shines through the near naked trees exposing recent abandoned thrush nests those months before were hidden from Mans eyes. The lingering colored, crisp, dying leaves precariously cling until late November winds and rain end their brief lives leaving only their scented remains on the ground. A scorpion sun shines through near naked Trees exposing vacant, forsaken nests Where blue robin eggs laid comfortable hid From probing Mans eyes and unwelcome guests. The lingering, colored, crisp, dying leaves Cling to the branches precariously Until the blustering wind starts to heave Its gusts from the north unrelentingly. Apropos of rain it soon will follow Deluging hapless, defenseless brown leafs. The wind and the rain display a grand show Dislodging the leaves whose lives were so brief. After the lull of the wind and the rain What’re left on the ground are scented remains.