A Golden Fleece
October sunbeams, inking Autumn trees,
edge their leaves with ribbons of molten gold.
And raining confetti with every breeze;
rivulets of scarlet and cerise flow:
letting streams of color flood the landscape.
And as gilded leaves weave a golden fleece,
yellow gets added to Fall's ticker tape:
as Autumn's pageant begins to take shape.
Crimson embers flare into orange flames;
incinerating all traces of green.
And living up to the hype Autumn claims:
chartreuse and puce pigments dapple the scene,
and the air smells earthy, yet crisp and clean.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival,
Songbirds head south, while squirrels hide their stash.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival;
Songbirds fly south, while squirrels hide their stash.
And bears hibernate for their survival:
amongst sugar maples and mountain ash;
where vermillion and amber motifs clash.
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